Lyrics
My gun, I aim lower
My words is a flame thrower
Watch me end y’all with something
That’ll make your skin crawl
I’m only yae' tall, kay y’all? But I lay down law
And I lay down y’all, so y’all better praise (a) the lord
No room to breath. Knowin' shh
And the shit I spit be red and orange
And y’all going to have to call it in like bomb threats
Cuz I’m fire but, when I wet y’all your gonna be drenched
Laid up with ten, cause when I pull it out
I pull in shouts like BLOW!
Damn that shit was loud! See the crowd?
They all seek cover when they see that black rubber
Because this cat here, got no sisters or no brothers
It was one alone
Covered with shellac ready to die black
Lets talk about guns, and how y’all don’t bust none
These niggas here, y’all doing less busting lot of ducking
Maybe a lot of fucking, cause all y’all bust is nuts
Just give me room, nobody move, or y’all gonna hear the boom
If y’all can get it on, then we can get it on
We all can get it on
(Flame-on mutherfuckers)
Uh-huh
If y’all can get it on, then we can get it on
We all can get it on
(Flame-on mutherfuckers)
If y’all can get it on, then we can get it on
We all can get it on
Uh-huh
Ya niggas packin gats and stones, frontin' on your man’s phone
Ya niggas missed the ride, 'cause this nigga make ya moan
'Cause when I pull out it’s like AIDS, I make sure it’s full blown
And before the grief (kiss kiss), kiss him on both cheeks
Let him think there’s peace
And give him something to remember
Corpse stiff, hands cold, and body temperature December
Sneakers off, closed casket, blew his cheek off
By the way be careful who you speak of
Cuz I by the wall in the back, guaranteed and all that
While y’all in all black
When I leave the place, drop the wreath in his moms lap
Motherfuckers… soon as y’all think your beef is sweet
I’m gonna lay in the streets
And let y’all niggas throw quarters on me
Can you spare change for your life?
Change for what? Thats when I pop up
With something long, and put something in his ass like a thong
I don’t know what you thought
I’m gonna do you like I do a Newport
In sec-onds kid, smoke it to Brownsville and step on it
If y’all can get it on, then we can get it on
We all can get it on
(Flame-on mutherfuckers)
Uh-huh
If y’all can get it on, then we can get it on
We all can get it on
(Flame-on mutherfuckers)
If y’all can get it on, then we can get it on
We all can get it on
Uh-huh
Now, listen
I’m straight housing shit
Yeah, ya niggas is ballers
But I’m the nigga bouncin' it
If Ruff Ryders is announcing it
Ya know we get down for it, want every ounce of it
I don’t care if it’s counterfeit, since this is music
How we sound with it?
Don’t forget, we bust rhymes for it
Skip town for it, get under the ground for it
So nigga, don’t ignore it
Unless your ass is deaf
This is gonna be your last breath
Your last SSI check
With your hands crossed over your chest
I don’t give a fuck
What ever I gotta take care, I get it done
If it’s money, I owe nobody
Except a few hot ones
And if your 18 and under, this here’s your last test
And I’m gonna teach you in the class
With the past tense, lil bastards
C is for class or for casket. So get your books up
And if your doe is low, that C better mean for Cook Up
Don’t tell me that you shook up
You know I keep my stacks tall
So that you gotta look up, and maybe we can hook up
But you know what? Then you woke up
Some body smoked you smoke up
You know what that mean
You broke, and you 'bout to get broke up
If y’all can get it on, then we can get it on
We all can get it on
(Flame-on mutherfuckers)
Uh-huh
If y’all can get it on, then we can get it on
We all can get it on
(Flame-on mutherfuckers)
Uh-huh
If y’all can get it on, then we can get it on
We all can get it on
(Flame-on mutherfuckers)
Uh-huh