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Sugarland Run (The United States Navy Band Country Current) · Sugarland Run (U.S. Navy Country Current) · Sex/Sex (Birds and Bees) (Telex) · Sex Is Sex (Skrapyard) · Sex Is Sex (Skrapyard) · Sex Is Sex (Skrapyard) · Sex on Fire [The Voice Performance] (Nakia) · Sex On Fire (DJ Cover This) · Submission: Sex Pistols Live/Sid Vicious Live at the Electric Ballroom (The Sex Pistols) · Fire With Fire (Scissor Sisters) – and 90 other albums »


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[Chorus]

Jump a little higher
Live by fire die by fire
I am the dog in the manger
Or a dodgy brown packet with suspicious-looking wires
the coals there's no turning back once you're gone.
Meet by the back door run for our social lives.
Sell your soul. Revive. I'm alive.
Now were faster than
out the window lobby
Similar sex, revolution and techs on the death
When niggas shoot for extra loot and respect
Live and direct effect from the C-O
out the window lobby
Similar sex, revolution and techs on the death
When niggas shoot for extra loot and respect
Live and direct effect from the C-O
might drown in the ocean
Or we might live to be free
And I don't know how the folks can say
That there ain't no fire in the kids today
And I don't
coffee cup
And the working girls go by
Drenched Irish Cops are dreaming sex
And peep show alibis

Everything underneath the skyline
From the east
hell, they be like "you kid"
I’m ambidextrous, liken to Dexter
Murderous lyrical blood splatter over the texture
We live by that code, not to regret
coffee cup
As the working girls go by
Drenched Irish cops are dreaming sex
And peep show alibis

Everything underneath the skyline
From the east side
strengths, come twelve lives
Twelve steps, twelve months, twelve motherfuckers
All make bail, kicked cause of crowded jails
Sex and violence sells
Twelve
Baby, I am a survivor 
Baby, I'm on fire
Baby, I'm bout to creep up inside ya
Getting high all day, drinking whiskey all night
Flipping
Baby, I am a survivor
Baby, I'm on fire
Baby, I'm bout to creep up inside ya
Getting high all day, drinking whiskey all night
Flipping
platinum sounds

Can I get some love and a little respect?
Can I rock your world without giving you sex?
And can I live in peace? Man I paid my dues
me, bitches in the head beatin 'em (So)
Niggas wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?
Fiends are rushin
mad pies
Low price, I blow dice and throw em
Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods popping
live life lavish, and my chain is carats
The last flame on the train to Paris
Used to be lame, then I changed to maverick
So many clothes, can't name
the fast lane and I wont stop
You ain't nothing but talk
You Couldn't hang on the rope by ball
This life that I live
It ain't for the weak
Got my roddy
women be right by they side
With they kids in the street
Lighting tires on fire

regardless of sex or age
I will retire them
In 24 hours this place
food for yourself 
When the land is looking rough?
This is the life
Equivanlent of the real
Don't live beyond your means
In this harsh-ass dream
is what you gonna say
That I got the best D, he could hit it all day
Something like a rising star that's on Broadway
Sex real live with a Illmatic
hit it all day
Something like a rising star that's on Broadway
Sex real live with a Illmatic foreplay

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah (sample)]
'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives.
Fast cars, danger, fire and knives...
I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed

I pull the elephant
friend, sticks with me to the end
Thanks to him I'll never live on Ramen noodles again
And he's always by my side, every minute, every hour
Though it does
later, hey I made it, no explaining how
Walking forward through the fire while it rain down
We claim Sex & Slang and aim weapons
But still trying to live
em
Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan

My niggaz roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin wheelies on Kawasaki's
Hip-Hop's got
 

You got that fire 

ain't to fly  But When I jus walked by ya 

Hands at your side  don't you know I ain't your average buya 

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