Lyrics:
[talking]
Excuse me for not introducing myself correctly
I am the Man on Fire, A.K.A. the Mix Tape Messiah
A.K.A. the Chamilli-nator ha-ha, Smallz
Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I
[Charlie Brown]
Bring one MC, two MC, three MC.
Send any MC's. It doesn't matter to me.
Sterp up like a thief in the night.
No wins and I
the boys
I ain't pressing the weapon, Devin'll play with the toys
I ain't stressing you poppy, mommy was by me in struggles
You in the mix when it's
crew just like Scooby-Doo
These fake Ghost Faces go home before 22:00
In Europe that means that ten PM is the curfew
Two AM in Porto, I run into my boy
but these hoes love my accent
She came up to me and said, "This the number to dial"
If you wanna make it number one, you're number two now
Mix that
a bag or two
The people in heaven
They live on (live on)
With no evil
The people in heaven
they live on (live on)
With no evil
The people in heaven
They
bring it
And it's like that
[Chorus - X2]
It's too dirty, too raw, too rugged
Too raw, too bangin' too blazin' too hot to touch
Ain't too many crews
your year's gonna come
You didn't live by the pipe or the gun to be like me
Waitin for my turn to burn
and get a million-five, and a tax return
that be
with the most step carefully around me
I bribe by the rules you know
disturb my groove and you gots to lay low
Geronimo have it in the cut
Real big steps how I walk it out/ The man with the tats how Im talked about
Never know my name just what Im bout/ Aint lost in the mix in a dirty route
you see me in the mix
I can't trip about no bitch
You was only gone for the last few months
Two different lives, you was living it up
Go and be happy,
just bought a mansion, I got choppers by the fireplace
Can't let me in, but I was never alone 'cause I had God (he was there)
Big bro say we gotta live
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Uh, uh
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Uh, uh
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
this nigga lets go
Get set, go, which you do, crews screwed, I blew through
Two crews who claim they got funk, may be true cos they doo-doo
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
digging that
Now I'm all up in the mix and you gotta live with that
Gotta get it how I live, yall just living in the past
Most these artists whack, they
an angel della reese
hold the mic like a beast,In france your an artiste,
2 live crew brother marquise, at least we at ease, features for a fee
honestly I'm
turned a new knob
I'ma call you Terry Crews, you be workin' two jobs
Fuck the easy way, never care about usin' the stairs
They can never take my spot
that lil thang
Bout to pull her by her bang
Sheesh
Cause I'm him
And you know my crew is them
Smoke a pack down to the stem
I said where lil bitch
ignorance, it gives teen multivitamins to Greta Thunberg, this is my trail mix and I live forever.
( Verse 2)
has a cause and effect
But I first test the mic with the 1-2 check
The hip-hop world made the Juice Crew orphans
Gained our respect sealin' up much
run and get your bigger crew
'Cause it's Judgment Day, and Ice Cube is Terminigga 2
Pow pow buck buck pow buck
Your name is Stucky Mack, now you
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