Lyrics:
up in the hayloft rollin' around
Parked in the woodshed Saturday night
Grand Ole Opry by the dashboard light
Baby's on the bench seat ready to go
love has such strong emotion
A fire that burns every time we touch
Our chemistry is unlike any other
I know you're mine
You know I'm yours
Baby hold
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
source of light
Blot me out before we both go blind
Together we'll burn
Immolating
To black ash
Taken by wind
Swept away on the whims of the breeze
poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine
Summertime in the court house ? shit whats mine
Two to four three to nine benatoned it what
We all ran coke
that, it was a living cesspool
We got get on our shit like nats do
Police's be on my tip like hats do
But I stay strong like blacks do
Never saved by
Intro
Rap by R.Kelly
(feat. R. Kelly, Fabolous)
[R. Kelly]
Y'all know what this is
so bob your heads, yeah
ladies it's your boyfriend
smashing, make it jump like everlasting
God body Ramadan, thirty day fasting
Six two brown skin fellow with the Caesar fade
360 waves, side burns with
kill the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers
Love us or not,
know your ledge) your life flash by
Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go
Catch me in
forward baby I explore her,
Its navigated your the one like Lincoln,
Black Bentley, you'll look better in a pink one,
She's smokin' and I about steam
fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie
Me, myself I love to max
Up in the studio laying tracks
Burn it on the CD, melt the wax
And now I'm feeling fine
Coz daily music's on my mind
And I
abused
(Verse 2: Kaan)
Boom boom blowin' up
Hands in the sky baby hold 'em up
So fresh so clean when I’m rollin' up
Schitzo sick flow no throwin' up
fun, this jam is number one
We gonna party til it's done, me and DR
Goin' real far
In a black car, fat two-seater
Rich like Kedar, on my Def Jam's
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
the burning match up to the paper sky, sit and watch the fiery lights burn the sky to black ashes.
On a bed laid out everything a man needs for one last night
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
see me
[2Pac]
Them b****es is foul, take a look at the evening news
You`ll see a n**** gettin' cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a, frame up,
Here comes a change and another change
And another change and another wave of change
Like a heartbeat coming from another world
I burn, bush
Let's start our program ladies and gentlemen
LET'S GO! NYC baby, haha we here now haha
Let's get it in
Watch her getting jumping like
Third grade
[Verse 1:]
Gettin higher than the soul of little Shaniya,
To the ones that killed her, hope you burn in fire.
I'm burnin tires on the strip, tryna
Old school, new school, need to learn though
I burn baby burn like disco inferno
Old school, new school, need to learn though
I burn baby burn like
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