[Production by Erick Sermon]
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(Them bitches swear they fly…)
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“We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin steamy..”
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[Verse 1: Redman]
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Hahha
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Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up
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Sharper than your double-edger, watch me carve shit up
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Live and direct, respect it to the underground connect
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Pah!! Im wreckin any MC you select
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Yo E, load me in your gun, light the flares
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Give me forty-eight bars, and I go out like Ganz and Billy Bear
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Wear and tear, Im wreckin for the Bricks I swear
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Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere
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Conjunction junction whats your function
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Its that nigga whos so swift I could lose a compass
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Step into jams, with seven niggas in a Land
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And forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravan
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Drop the Fahrenheit back down to zero
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Bring Heat to the streets like Al Pacino and De Niro
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Raw dog material, grand imperial
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Talk to my shotty nigga, my ears aint hearin you
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[Hook]
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“We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin steamy..”
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(“We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin steamy..”)
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So take heed to what Im saying
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Cause tonights the night, and me and my nukkas aint playing
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(“We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin steamy..”)
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(As we proceed)
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(Im on fire)
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Rockin on, Redman rockin on
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[Verse 2: Redman]
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Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe?
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You shot first, your Glock burst, but it graze me
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Now time for lyrics, put up your guns
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And watch me get this shit hoppin like the West was won
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Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken heads
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Crowd your Rap City committee like Im Big Lez
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More sicker than them Menendez brothers
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You need Cochran when youre fuckin with Judge Dredd
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Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash
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I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina ass
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Hookers ridin dick, like Im a motorcycle
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You wanna shine bitch? Let me Simoniz you
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I make sure your vision blur, till you dont know what occurred
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Until I black out every nerve
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Foul women get served as chicken head hors douerves
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I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!!
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Hah, if you still look up in the sky Im still high
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All the way live like Lakeside
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Wan die? E (whattup son), you got this beat bumpin
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The way I feel niggas aint leave until they up in somethin
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Pack my dutch like the niggas in the county
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Dayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc Illuminati
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Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me
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(Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante)
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[Hook]
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(“We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin steamy..”)
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(As we proceed)
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(“We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin steamy..”)
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So take heed to what Im saying
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Cause tonights the night, and me and my nukkas aint playing
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(“We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin steamy..”)
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(As we proceed)
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(Im on fire)
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Rockin on, Redman rockin on
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[Verse 3: Redman]
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To my people in the back, if youre not the wack, say
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Dont stop, the body rock
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To my people in the front, if youre tokin on blunts, say
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Dont stop, the body rock… aoowwwwwowwwww
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Im too strong for you to listen
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I started spittin, thats why the brick niggas be lickin
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Face stay on magazine printing equipments
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And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your bitch went
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Im smokin leaky out the Lec-y, fatal
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My Squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat
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My muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crack
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For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes back
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Buddy, bringin money to your girl
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For your little daughter like Im Cutty
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Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote it
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I see you noticed how I leave microphones corroded
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Hahahahaha, your staff not up to par
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You raw? You more like Zsa Zsa Gabor
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Call deep niggas, keep the gas pedal floored
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And I pump the funk to keep a room and board
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