the sound of the crowd (fire fire) But they playing in sight (fire fire) Stepping on the fire... (fire fire) Till it explode Set it on fire fire fire Set it on fire fire fire
m tryna see if your brains really look like eggs or is it just that commercial your brain on drugs now it's a total different look from these shotgun slugs to get rich it
turn it around We can do it again We can go back in time Through the canyons of your mind On the EVE O' DESTRUCTION We can act like we are something really
I mean? Don: I mean, well . . . Phyllis: It's, it's hotness. [17:39] Phyllis: It used to be very, it was really nice and quiet in this place, that'
From dusk to dawn equip the mic on my palm I bring the love so you can get it on Got the books on lock, mother of hip hop For realla, come under from
(Feat. Drag-On, Eve, Shadow) [Drag-On (Warren G)] C'mon (The Ruff Ryders) Flame on (Double R, baby) Flame on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon [Drag-On] Aiyyo
, I'm tearin' it If the 'Tics can't fit in my whip then I ain't steerin' it Bomb that rifle 'cuz now a nigga wearin' it Catch me on my set wit' my iced
tryna see if your brains really look like eggs or is it just that commercial your brain on drugs now it's a total different look from these shotgun slugs to get rich it
lose it, I'm afraid I'm gonna start dumping Stay calm, clear my brain Set fire to a face so I don't see it again (Chorus - Esham) They're always
s hand It has been a time for tears Season of the Goddess return On this eve, the first summer night Out of the darkness and into the light Set the Beltaine
coat your brain like polyurethane Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms If you came to learn how to make fire, I'm-a make it burn Higher
seven digits, I'm tearin' it If the 'Tics can't fit in my whip, then I ain't steerin' it Bombed Antartica, now a nigga wearin' it Catch me on my set
inside the Sunday Times She was so sweet on Christmas Eve With the snow set deep when we went walking through the pines I'd just been fired and her