Fire

New York, Islander fitted, peep the style I invented Silencer on the .40 Cal, I cramp your style in a minute I'm vintage, authentic, my brain is tormented Got the physique of a god, I was made in the Lord's image That's word to mama, I was perfectly sculpted Put rappers in surgery in the infirmary, post it Place 'em in body bags and leave 'em virtually roasted Turn 'em mo' to a John Doe, I never heard of these culprits I'm back to being focused, reloaded, the book has been decoded It was written way before Nas and Hova even wrote it Here ye, here ye, please listen up clearly To a king's theory that I got for your ear piece Sincerely, I damage and tear beats to a shred See it's hard to get it done, but it's more easily said Rakim and Eric B., I'm now impeaching the Prez My proposal is indecent, R.I.P. to the Feds I spit (Fire) You go (Deh deh deh deh) That's (Fire) Yeah, yeah Homie, you know the squad, fire with the coldest bars Put us against all odds, you know we going hard Corleone flow, family at the table Big dollar stacks blocking my view, Henny and Grey Goose My main crew, some are legit, most are straight goon We made it through, those on my side are who remain true 300 Spartan hard, y'all what we call a fraud But call me Young Snipes, money train, all aboard I'm at the smorgasbord with two plates in my hand General, a hundred stripes, I got 'em all in war It's shady the biz, in case I get sprayed in my wig Make sure you take care of my lady and kids Before I conversate with the pigs and turn snakes to my nigs I hold the weight, son, I'm taking the bid Yeah, salute the don, official, we in office Spotted on a yacht offshore talking with bosses Ocean 14 type schemes to get us more rich Out for the grip, no matter what the cost is I spit (Fire) You go (Deh deh deh deh) That's (Fire) Yeah, yeah Homie, you know the squad, fire with the coldest bars Put us against all odds, you know we going hard I spit (Fire)