I know you fuckers envy, B-Real and Mr. Marley [Chorus x2: Damian Marley] (Fire fire fire fire fi-yah) (Fire fire fire fire fi-yah) Analog or digital
are you alive Singin' na, na, na, na, na, na [X4] They call me black Jesus, white Moses Heaven freezes, Hell closes B-Boy posin', punk rock chicks,
'Cause, boy, you got that fire, fire A couple shots of Patron, but I ain't drinkin' all alone I gotta have you with me up in the V.I.P Everything we do B
Yo, Yo Gansta, gansta Gansta, yo That's right Journey through the life of some real niggas Some real niggas, you'll never see what I've seen When I sleep
scheme Got the cream legally without the beam Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8-5-0 Jet black tint still, they might know Who the cat controllin the strings of rap and R&B
they motherfuckin back out That's a real nigga for ya [Chorus: 50 Cent (2x)] We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like
in 2K Buck - The Beef be - fled the scene right before the cops and the Swats came with the triple beam Uh, shit is real you know how we do when the young
been crazy and the nights even wilder And the lights even brighter, baby stand next to my fire Only higher is Messiah or notes from Mariah 'Rari six hundred horses, that's my chariot of fire
pin from your hand grenade We just can't be amazed And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre
Crazy ol' mixed-up universe of ours, There's still a little place Called Albuquerque! Albuquerque! Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!) Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!) Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!) Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!) I said A! (A!) L! (L!) B! (B
die, nigga, bye bye Shots might be fired, yep everybody gon' run? Naw, shootin' at me? Better hit me or one day Fire! Here I come, come And you don't
'm never actin' like a nice dude We got them what? Them ganksta attitudes. Nigga (Series of gunshots) Unit two requesting four additional units for shots fired (fired, fired
mean mug, Mo Thugs Trained to be perfect, disciples When it's survival tongue, never double-edged sword Triple, six rivals spittin' fire This the real
get charged wit incense to kick that bullshhh Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh Chorus [Havoc] Yo, we the men for the operation You know the M-O, B-B
9 used to (Shake) couldna??t watch Magic Johnson give Isiah that (Shake) now i got a plasma on my wall that b-tch dona??t (Shake) but that b-tch in my
indicted for base Get weight, a little cake try to buy them a place Either raw, ain't safes on, firing eight And mine, nigga, I don't fire 'em straight
time I caught up with the game Making good music making paper making change [Chorus] [T.I.] I put on gasoline drawers I stood in the fire With enough heat to set the hood on fire
know I bleeds for you? Sheeeit, real tall, you was meant for me No pretendin' to be, somethin' that you not No frontin', Ma, keep it real sexy Even though
