Lyrics:
crack, head crack"
Verse Four: Redman
SURPRISE NIGGAZ! The original P-Funk funks you up
I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the NEW CUT
on high
Hurted by my exes
I don't like the lies
I try and I try
Now I'm buzzing like fly
I give it all my might
I'm living in the light
I tell ‘em set
just a match and a little bit of gasoline
Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on
'Til that Jheri curl is gone
On a permanent vacation, off the massa
I need relief
Like P.O.W's in Vietnam
I'm screaming NAH I don't need a condom
Saying fuck 'em real slow like some old folks in maple syrup
I put my
just a match and a little bit of gasoline
Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on
'Til that Jheri curl is gone
On a permanent vacation, off the massa
(oh yeah)
Gotta give 'em what they want
You betta watch me if I'm running' up (skrr)
I keep 'em comin' like bum bum bum (bum bum)
Trecy gotta big ole'
biz
Valley where i live
Tah don’t give fuck about shit and
I'll never try to find a fuck to give
A nigga laid up with his bitch
Squad outside running
on my audi
She a thottie and she fit
I give very big tips
You should go and ask yo bitch
Moves in the swiss
Lowkey with my biz
Often going off script
But
the key to keep ?em locked
That girl wanna give it up, watch her
That girl wanna give it up, watch her
That girl wanna give it up, watch her
That girl
and bang, with a heat that'll flame
That's how we got the name (warriors)
Embedded in ya brain, and someone should be tellin 'em
The veterans have came,
really wanna play play play play
I just wanna handle my biz cuz the way that I give is on a different plane plane plane plane
Gotta see my people always
Five CI, I'm on them blades like TI
Them niggas hate to measure
'cause they knee-high
Still slingin' that P-IE what I bring by
Need 50 cal, pretty Desert
Five CI, I'm on them blades like TI
Them niggas hate to measure
'cause they knee-high
Still slingin' that P-IE what I bring by
Need 50 cal, pretty Desert
Shit deeper then fame
Survive of the streets
Like hunger games
I pop a p
Take away the pain
Ain't missing a beat like
Biz Markie
PTSD
Can't leave my
flame throwers
I reflect light, bounce off walls and wreck mics
Disconnect your windpipe by cuttin your neck with a knife
Rip through, everything from
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched
Well, where he stay at then, he stay by such and such
Well, since we got altercations with these so called
pierced
By blind bearded man with no straight teeth
Should I rap with a message, or give you all the present
If I snap for 10 seconds, will you remember my
haters all up on my Boto
And I ain't ever gonna give em promo
Hell no, it's the Hilo boy anthem
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Time
haters all up on my Boto
And I ain't ever gonna give em promo
Hell no, it's the Hilo boy anthem
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Time
haters all up on my Boto
And I ain't ever gonna give em promo
Hell no, it's the Hilo boy anthem
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Time
escobar
Only question I ask is cash or a check involved
Put me on my p's and q's, let me know if death's involved
Like I give a shit, ignorant nigga
the story go
When you handling ya biz that's how the story go
I just tell em what it is that's how the story go
This rap thing is what I live that's how
F.EM.L, Fuck 'em and we leave 'em (I'm gone)
P-I-M-P, treat 'em like we great 'em (ya hear that?)
Shit, treat 'em like we don't need 'em
Cause after we
OF THE FLAMES
YEAH
GET UP AND SALUTE
THE LORD OF THE FLAMES
R.I.P.
GET UP AND SALUTE
THE LORD OF THE FLAMES
WAR CRIES ON THE STREET
SEND EM INTO OUTASPACE
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