i woke up in sleepy hollow Can we get much higher (2nd verse) Look like a fat booty Celine Dion sex is on fire im the king of fire im the king
dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin' So fuck I look like gettin' back to a has-been Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flat
he had to do He was dropped in the jungle Where the choppers would rumble With the smell of napalm in the air Then the sergeant said, "Look up ahead"
My brakes are on fire, from trying to slow down I'm always burning my tires And my horn is too loud I catch people staring, looking funny at me When I
the ski mask) Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war (Get out the H-K) Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war (Fuck!) Word up, our niggas
up L.A. style, nigga what? (West Side!!) If you've never seen it before they'll put a knot in your gut Stand up, check your areas your group, your troops
two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot Word 'em up, hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot Niggas rallied up to see who got shot Wait down G, my
snap Runway on fire, fashion gods inspire Lose control, inhibitions run wild Get on the floor in your best couture Come on and take me higher Runway on fire
drawn to danger And have been all of my life It feels my heart's divided Half way between wrong and right I know I'm playing with fire But I don't know
I party like a rockstar I look like a movie star I play like an all star I fuck like a pornstar Baby I'm a superstar Always posted at the bar Always
goin' wild, pop a bottle I know the sucker wish the judge woulda threw the book at me 'Cause I show up to the club, super cool, look at me Everything
intentions keep you up at night Play with fire and you are way too insane But when the lights go out, go out We are just beginning And not a sound, our eyes are looking
your homies pick you up I got 2 million cash, that's my brown bag money Think maybe that's why n-ggas'll just fire mags for me It's the telephone game
love When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love But homie ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up I see Xzibit in the Cutt that ****** roll that **** up
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn Army fatigued then fatigue the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crouched up over the casket
she had to wake up early But continuing the story Don't worry she gave me digits for her Blackberry "You're very handsome" is what she said And the way she looked
've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes 'Cause you've burn them out But I took your matches before fire could catch me So don't look now I'm shining like
We're the ones with the flame (Yeah) We're the fire that remains (Turn Rell up a little bit) We're controllin' the game from now on (Huh) Yeah! It's