Lyrics:
this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,
Palm trees and beautiful hips
Man it dosen't get any better than this
Sun settin' like fire on the Viper Room
Old Lemmy holed up at the bar
Like a volture for my carcass
Draining out
All life in my veins
No indulging
You'll have
My hate
Death by fire
Greetings the evil one
My last desire
There's a house I loved
On the canyon wall
Where Bogart kissed BaCall
Bought by dead man's curve
I had much to learn
As the fire began to burn
the fire out
Hoping to see the sun soon
Shedding the sour lights
Hoping to see the sun soon
Coz If you’ll see the Mad Man
You’ll see him
through the fire like gold, can't be a rhymestone
We calculate by jubilees, we in a different time zone
Like one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
forgetting bout my hourglass
Honestly I'm finna burn my hand
Boiling ice in the fire well
Rest in peace to the legends
Triple X, Juice WRLD, Tupac, Nipsey,
Desolation speeding by
In the night on fire
With Satan at our heels
Destination no-man's-land
In our sight to behold
The gates of home below
Tires
gon' burn"
Knock on my door the tables gon' turn (Look(
She want disire, and she got no plan
They say "playing with fire, you prolly gon' burn"
Knock
I could light on the stove
Dark at night, I'll drop a log in the fire
Wander in the woods out in the cold
I got the shit you could play for your
do with all that fire
Gotta let it burn for the world to see
That the glory's not in us
The glory's in He
Thats all you could be (All you could be)
bam bam bam
The bitch packed a twenty-two
Hit him in his head, there she laid him
The nigga standin' by the door I sprayed him automatic fires
and warming up out by the camp fire
And you know that i'm down like whenever if you have time
Listening to ghost town
Just lean back and slow down
Still feeling
They say there's gold under the stone
They say there's fire in the ice
They say that love is crazy it's true
But what can a poor man do
When he's
bound to the stake
No way out, no bailout, last punishment by (fire)
Peter Thompson: Men! Bind this heathen to the stake!
KK: I'll return one day soon,
BabyFace I, baby ima don
Ride with some shooters, dare you bat an eye
Put some money on head, pay the tab by 9
Aw he scared to come outside? Burn
outclassed
Choppa gotta burner
Cars gotta burner
Burn with a burner
Fire Force murder
I'm the uno, like a number
Jumping, no jumper
My hand is the upper
I'm
out here goin' on?"
"Smack fire out your fuckin ass
What the fuck you think this is, man?
Get the fuck up outta here, man"
"So, yo, matter of fact,
Hahaha, yeah mell
Slam dunkin' P's like I'm Zion, huh
Might cop the Porsche, new Cayenne (Skrrt)
Gotta keep that fire, don't wanna die young
Huh
Bike and I was poor
Set fire to their bodies
Watch 'em burn until my eyes are sore
Fuck a Ferrari, I walk alone on the road
I don't need to be Gotti
I
And brought in the Texas klan
One humid Texas night there were three shadows on the harbor
Come to burn the Vietnamese boats into the sea
In the fire's
What happened to that other rapper y'all used to fuck with?
Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, Whatever
That motherfucker
here, and close your eyes
Lie back, release your mind
And let the world fall down while I'm by your side
I'll be your man through the fire
I'll hold
wanna live by faith ah
Rest of my days ah
Trust in the lord and saviour
That's my maker
I don't think he daed ah
That man there ah
Blessings on the way ah
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