Lyrics:
lives, my music camouflage
I court killers at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the fortune five hundred
From the porches
lives, my music camouflage
I court killers at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the fortune five hundred
From the porches
Well he pulls out of the driveway
Popped the clutch and squealed his tires
It looked like a TV station
With those antenna wires
It has over sized
I locked it like bars I'm slicking
The wire, the fire, the bars I spit
I locked it like bars I'm slicking
The wire, the fire, the bars I spit
I
found high
Wire in a fire represents a seven gauge in a government rage
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
Wasn't really bout it nigga jumped up out the van
Twelve gauges didn't even have to up
It was already in my hand
He gone do the Ricky dance
Running
Haa. Tribeee
Na wire wire wire
When I say God is the greatest? You say God is the goat
God is the greatest?
Tribe tribe you Dey burst Brain
God is
Kilo
Pen and Pad
(Trillo Beatz you did it again)
Huh
Turn up
Pen and pad had to throw it back
Music first I put mo' in that
I don't smoke or po'
Any time a day a duel
Dynamically wit the lyrical tool
Fuel on the fire warms the desire
To get this rap game stretched down to the wire, sire
My
the night like a 16 gauge
We won't back down or disengage
On the rampage
We light the stage with the power and rage
We light the night like a 16 gauge
We
lock, ain't a match, ain't
Twelve gauge, twelve, when I rap, when
You afraid?, you, might laugh, might
Wrong way, wrong, wrong path, wrong
Don't spray,
the sword,
The gauge, my nine and my knife,
Cockin' I pump my slugs all up in ya now what,
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga
Ain't no favor trigger you fall,
cnd the wooden splinters
Can i name you
How does little wire
Sound to you
It's the best i can do
So watch the movie
You'll be ordained and groovy
With
a Wire+
[Akir:]
Freshest attire, speak with desire, close to the passion
I fall from Elijah, size up the evilest liars who think they conspire
Music
I feel like
Inside me
Something's gone wrong
Somebody crossed some wires Now I'm about to
Cross some lines
Sometimes I feel like
I feel like my mind
through me slowly
Something holy
Scripture reading watching highlights of Kobe
My music's spreading the virus is like Adobe
Chicago for the show
I do bars
the 12 gauge
I'm fuckin' your house up, you and your spouse up
You open your mouth up, guarantee you I douce ya
Have 'em writin' about ya, daily I'm in
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economy
I'm built different
I'm made on guage
Blessings from jah
My anointing over flowing
I'm built different
A beast on cage
Inshallah
My arrival days are
Twelve gauge, old Ford, buckshot floorboard, don't ask
Fence post, door dent, let's just leave it at that
It's got dirt on me, yeah I'd be up a tree
I come through
Niggas be screwing their face up at me
I'm like why they looking like that?
Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me
I'll put
comin' off shit but a drive-by
I guess they want to expand to go city-wide
So we hung muthafuckas by the barbed wire
Whoever was a snitch or bitch
the wires
Everything changes
Every tear's drying away
And love thy brother
Lose yourself to the
Beat of this music
And get far away from the day
Through
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