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so fire, you would think that the flame is matchless
Styles like the latest fashion

Mastered game like Jiraiya writing make-out tactics
Got a dames

fuel us we were fools lust it would fool us trynna get some cut up but never stake (steak) houses like Shula's
Never shootas no
Never put one in ya

me
Shit where would I be in life without you by my side
Relative to my future being drained like high tide
Playing this game of living is easier with

I Got That Fire

Mannie Fresh

Tha G-Code

1999

A nigga that you may not see for three or four nights
A nigga standin' tall like tha Statue of Liberty
A nigga on fire like a match and a cigarette

hardened
He said This House I Shall Live
So right there my sins have been pardoned
It's mercy
Because we're sinners saved by grace
If not, smell it like

the times
I deconstructed Herobrine
Look like a Sega that Freddy would have
You with your Sonics' just gotta' go fast
All of these bassheads who blarin'
Their

said it's fire, bub, you can kill a bear with this
Treat the spot like a grocery store, we just be baggin' zips
They say I'm hiding, bitch how, I ain't

to fire ammo
Fuckin ruthless beaten bloodied and clueless
As to why these motherfuckers barely see retribution

While we're thrown in cages like children

just a scar
oh, magdalena
nothing like the saint you are

she tells me that she wants me
then she tells me not to bother
she tells me that I couldn't

shoes
But every night we would run the streets
Nigga, fuck growlin'
It was nights I heard my stomach speak
Then I started pumpin' that bass
Like they done

can't just drive by, they might box me in
When I slide by, I be blending in
And you know I'm a real one
I'm gon' die a real one
And I ain't like these

And if you hit
You still can't do it like this
And if you did your brain would explode
I'm next to blow
I'm a whole series, you're just an episode
Gimme

St. Louis Blues [DVD]

Bessie Smith

The Ultimate Collection

2005

feel today
Feel tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack up my trunk and make my getaway

Saint Louis woman with her diamond rings
Pulls that man 'round

Unleashed by a meeting of fate
A knight comes along as I wait
A desperate cry
The mantle of "chosen" passed on
So where would I even begin?
A saint

Pop-pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot,

Just need you to tell me we're alright, tell me we're okay

'Cause I told you my level of concern
But you walked by like you never heard
And you

next to me
Let me see
Let me hear you say fire it up
(Fire it up)
Say fire it up
(Fire it up)

All my people just wave your hand
Getting money

like a stray
Don't believe it when they say that people never change
I've been shitted on so bad i got so much rage
I'm just a dog in this world treated

Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts

Bob Dylan

Q 5 Star Reviews, Vol. 2

2001

still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts

The backstage manager was pacing all around by

Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts

Bob Dylan

Blood on the Tracks

1975

still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts

The backstage manager was pacing all around by

down
The Superdome
It just made it strong
It became a home
Drew Brees through the zone
Drew Brees through the zone
And the Saints put me on
Yeah

went down like that)
Who would I be (If it went down like that)
Would it be blood, would I be down
Would it be blood all over my brow
Would I be soaked

like my boy Saint Nick
Cranberry mix with the great goo spiff
Put it in the air, nigga light that shit
Baby girl bring a few friends back
You fuckin with

for my brothers showed me iron sharpens iron
They be the fire by my side like I'm strapped with iron
God's recruits we follow truth won't give into