needle and barb wires [Verse 2: Bizarre] I rap like I got a chip on my shoulder This ain't no chip, this is a 15 pound boulder Practicing yoga, meditatin' on
and barb wires [Verse 2: Bizarre] I rap like I got a chip on my shoulder This ain't no chip, this is a 15 pound boulder Practicing yoga, meditatin' on
(Meek Mill) And I'm back on this shit again, Pressie blue like Michigan I put on for my city I should ball with Vick and them When I get my D12 I'ma
out the pack, walking from that Cadillac Sipping on a low O-E, fired up like a battlecat Niggaz don't wanna take it there, with Lil' Boss I be fucking with B.D
'm Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished The underground railroad on an uprise This time the truth's gettin told, heard enough lies I told em fight back, attack on
To velour, even our clothing line's on fire As 50 would say 'Our clothing line's on Fiyaa'' We ain't wire your minds on us, like mine's on Mariah And
baby, burn burn burn, set em on fire And I'm really not near with a nigga but see it's whatever, whatever, I'm wired Feel the 12 gauge eruption - Playa
size yo' Denim To velour, even our clothing line's on fire As 50 would say 'Our clothing line's on Fiyaa'' Meanwhile your minds on us, like mine's on
before People are still camped out from the night before Sleepin outside the door waitin in line Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform The fire
my dick [Bizarre] I'm a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire Slash your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
understand how I get my dough 50 Cent I'm on fire cause Shady said so I'm on fire Everybody's in a rush try to get the throne I just get on the
gon fry and like No I won't, I'm black stupid Black people they got melatonin And their skin don't burn Meanwhile, my face is glowing and I felt Like I'm on fire
(feat. Proof of D-12) [Eminem] Are we supposed to shut up or talk...I'll cut your butt up and walk... Around with my ass showing all over the fuckin
Bizarre] I'm a compulsive lier, setting my preacher on fire slash you're tires,flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers plates expired, soon as i'm hired, i'm fired
une orgie dementielle On te balade des abimes au septieme ciel On te crame, t'enflamme, tu trouves ca mortel [Chorus] Pour les oufs, les poufs, the roofis on the fire !!! (x12
know what gets me hot. Phyllis: I'd bet I know what gets you hot. Sticks, sticks on your body on a table get you hot. Don: I'm getting hot! . . . When
over my slate, As the devil says, la, la, la... [Busta Rhymes] [Verse 3] See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger, The fire
feathers on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on him When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
