We All Can Get It On

Strike the match

Flame-on motherfuckers

My gun, I aim lower

My words is a flame thrower

Watch me end y'all with something,

That'll make your skin crawl

I'm only yae' tall, kay y'all? But I lay down law

And I lay down y'all, so y'all better praise(a) the lord

No room to breath. Knowin shh

And the shit I spit be red and orange

And y'all going to have to call it in like bomb threats

'cause I'm fire but, when I wet y'all your gonna be drenched

Laid up with ten, cause when I pull it out

I pull in shouts like blow!

Damn that shit was loud! See the crowd?

They all seek cover when they see that black rubber

Because this cat here, got no sisters or no brothers

It was one alone

Covered with shellack ready to die black

Lets talk about guns, and how y'all don't bust none

These niggas here, y'all doing lest busting lot of ducking

Maybe a lot of fucking, cause all y'all bust is nuts

Just give me room, nobody move, or y'all gonna hear the boom

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If y'all can get it on, then we can get it on

We all can get it on

We all can get it on

We all can get it on

Flame on mutherfuckers

Flame on mutherfuckers

Ya niggaz packin gats and stones, frontin' on your man's phone

Ya niggaz missed the ride, cause this nigga make ya moan

'Cause when I pull out its like AIDS, I make sure its full blown

And before the grief (kiss kiss), kiss him on both cheeks

Let him think there's peace

And give him something to remember

Corpse stiff, hands cold, and body temperature December

Sneakers off, closed casket, blew his cheek off

By the way be careful who you speak of

'Cause I by the wall in the back, guaranteed and all that

While y'all in all black

When I leave the place, drop the reef, in his moms lap

Motherfuckers soon as y'all think your beef is sweet

I'm gonna lay in the streets

And let y'all niggaz throw quarters on me

Can you spare change for your life?

Change for what? that's when I pop up

With something long, and put something in his ass like a thong

I don't know what you thought

I'm gonna do you like I do a Newport

In seconds kid, smoke it to Brownsville and step on it

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I'm straigh housing shit

Yeah, ya niggas is ballers

But I'm the nigga bouncin' it

If Ruff Ryders is announcing it

Ya know we get down for it, want every ounce of it

I don't care if it's counterfeit, since this is music

How we sound with it?

Don't forget, we bust rhymes for it

Skip town for it, get under the ground for it

So nigga, don't ignore it

Unless your ass is deaf

This is gonna be your last breath

Your last S. and S. check

With your hands crossed over your chest

I don't give a fuck

What ever I gotta take care, I get it done

If its money, I owe nobody

Except a few hot ones

And if your eighteen and under, this here's your last test

And I'm gonna teach you in the class

With the past tense, lil bastards

See is for class or for casket. So get your books up

And if your doe is low, that see better mean for Cook Up

Don't tell me that you shook up

You know I keep my stacks tall

So that you gotta look up, and maybe we can hook up

But you know what? Then you woke up

Some body smoked you smoke up

You know what that mean

You broke, and you 'bout to get broke up

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