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    "Fire" Lyrics

    Nas feat. Nature

    Fire.. it's fire, put the fire out
    Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

    I got the whole city stoppin, O.G.'s diddy-boppin
    Playin my shit, critics sayin my shit
    Tryin to get me for that ice that lay on my wrist
    It's like flippin on your wife, cause I made her my bitch
    Feel me? I play with any card you niggaz deal me
    Every nigga out the fam is guilty, I plead the fifth
    Queens niggaz be the strength, the lock and chain
    Thugs on the block know I got the game

    You mighta heard me with The Firm and forgot my name, pardon me
    It's N-A-T-you-are-E
    The latest Barkley's, known to smack niggaz nonchalantly
    Queensbridge, same hood as Nas and Mobb Deep
    Ghettofabulous, class of nine-eight my fellow graduates
    Well known savages, we elbow cabbages
    Niggaz better duck or I'ma spray a round
    I make it like the O.K. Corral, blazin 'til I lay 'em down

    [Chorus - repeat 2X]
    If you need flames, you need this
    If you resist, you need help
    Third degree burns, the heat felt
    Blaze when I know that it's on, what you thought it was a false alarm?

    Yo, yo, aiyyo
    I got more twists than Six Flags, more chicks than gym class

    Overweight momma sippin Slim Fast, glad to meet Nate
    The casualty rate, risin like yeast
    And they label me surprise of the streets, Cobra Commander
    I smoke Newports, meanin I roll with cancer
    Fuck what y'all thought, y'all know the answer, is psychological
    Tone and Poke beats, make me write phenomenal
    I give lifetime scars like drama do, it's gangsta chronicles
    Turn to page one, hurricanes come, I call 'em twisters
    It's deeper than life Dunn, I'm four dimensions
    More suspensions, SV-12; gettin pressed my cassettes need shells
    Fuckin Mets need help
    It's therapeutic, I lay it out clear
    Y'all niggaz better use it
    Nowhere else you find better music
    You try to find it in the hall of fame
    My man's callin shit fire, I just call it flame


    Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
    Queens to the heart from the start it was Run and them
    No love faggot MC's respect none of them
    Niggaz stop mumblin, get popped you're fumblin
    Regulatin raps to rocks the block's bubblin
    Five percent days, in the Bridge bobbin off calente
    Wise enough to drop out the 10th grade
    Hold that thought, twist up nigga, roll that short
    Catch me with my chick that let me go back door
    Hall of famer, don't make me shoot your game up
    At close range, stand back watch the toast flame
    Yo it's funny, the way a nigga act like that
    It's only money, that make a nigga rap like that
    Keep a roscoe, peep me on the Chris Rock show
    You either beat me or you get your eye swoll, y'all know the rules
    Faggot niggaz like y'all, chose to lose
    I give meaning to the phrase smoke'n'brew, fire nigga

    [Chorus] - repeat to fade
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Jacob Louis Plant.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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