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    Set It On Fire

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    (feat. Flipmode Squad)
    [Rock Marcy]
    Rock Marcy, so stop spreddin out malarchy
    My rap anarchy, blaze more wigs than Barbara Sharpsee
    Im a freakers army? Savage ya type, like Chaka Zulo, papi chulo
    Not to be sulo, wilder than Kujo, you actin fool yo
    Come on, swing em like a two-way, back to school
    Rulership shit, bring them the newest, Tony Touch em, I fuck em
    This fool, who can fuck with his dude
    Check what the butler, I cut his ass up, somethin disgusting kid
    My custom is, government cheese, chumpin them steez
    Whos a monkey wrench, jumpin machines get in between, so it seem
    Itll only cause a moment of scream
    The super seed what I be sayin is like a king on his knees
    I never fall, cuz the ring on my paw plead forgiveness
    Loot for rightness, superstitious, bazooka hit his ass out
    Break a suspicious, three sixes of cum
    Anti religious, kill em off on the first try
    [Chorus: Rah Digga, Busta Rhymes]
    Flipmode Squad, there is none higher
    You bitch ass niggas, should call Messiah
    We wont stop rockin, until we retire
    Lets blow the spot and set the muthafucka on fire
    Aiyo lets turn the heat up (and set it on fire!)
    Lets bring the noise my nigga (and set it on fire!)
    And what the fuck ya niggas wanna do (and set it on fire!)
    Go get the gas and the matches (and set it on fire!)
    [Rampage]
    Ya niggas in the game, ya aint go no press
    Yo I go to Hillside and cop a V from Less
    Me and Flip on the lot, in the green G.S.
    Leathers is out, rims yo they be B.S.
    T.V.s in the dash, watchin C.B.S.
    Later on watch the Knicks on T.B.S.
    Rampage Im the nigga, no second guess
    Yo my beeper goes off, its them shorties from out West
    Call them back, hit them off on street jack
    I let em know, how this real nigga polly that
    Im in my car yo, them honies in the Pontiac
    How I dress, how I hustle, where the money at?
    They love my rings, my watch, how I flooded that
    Put that on my eggs and toast and just butter that
    Flipmode, Tony Touch, son double that
    Fuck around, shit gon double plat
    [Chorus]
    [Busta Rhymes]
    Analyze the flavor, we bout to blaze ya, every move is major
    Major paper, office space up in the skyscraper
    Niggas on my crew dick, and need to get down
    Frown, from when your crew was just a major let down
    Official, sparkerly clear just like a glass crystal
    Blast a pistol, thats when ya start to hear my missile whistle
    Jesus, pledge of allegiance to the sole prestigious
    With the antitote to make ya wanna bust ya heaters
    Release this, I hope ya know that we about to freak this
    Fuck discreteness, analyze every nigga weakness
    Cut ya face up, then fuck the place up
    Pass the L, without the coca lace up, lets pick the pace up
    Stick the place up, then shake up, then click ya base up
    Wrong move, we puncture everything from ya waist up
    Blow the space up, while ya gaspin off ransom
    Then get the dough and put an expansion on my mansion
    [Chorus]
    [Rah Digga]
    First and only female here to play my position
    Make it hotter than the projects with no air conditioning
    Honey petite, walk around with the screwface
    Dip from the whip, on down to my shoelace
    Cant see us, mommy sippin San Greas
    Shotgun style will open up ya pancreas
    Puff remix, hittin sponsor for free kicks
    Bootleg ya shit with me spittin on the remix
    Type shit like doin shows with a blind fold
    Voicey Q. will blow a circuit out ya console
    Fuckin wit how I spit, aint gonna paper
    Black hoody tight wit a teeny bit of makeup
    No need to brag, my legislate speak
    Nine nine dig the time to shine like Memph Bleek
    Crown and half sheet, my white label leak
    Tellin MCs to count eight weeks and say peace
    [Chorus]
    [Outro: Pain In Da Ass as "Scarface"]
    Ok, you wanna make a million fuckin dollars?
    Ok, I tell Tony Touch to put out a fuckin mixtape
    A mill here, a mill there
    In fuckin 10 years, we fuckin buy this whole fuckin place, puto..
    [ Set It On Fire Lyrics ]
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