Woorden:
Lords Fucking With Fire

Now you've got exactly what you've been asking for. You led it right in, you begged for it, and now you don't want it anymore, but you're fucked because

going to? Do you know? Verse Two: Puff Daddy Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin with cats who move bricks Heard she do backflips, for niggaz who stack chips Suck for dough, now she fuck

all the trouble that grows Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes Can I blast those who point the finger at me Who criticize and talk shit so freely Fuck

't really wanna fuck with us You can't touch us, you ain't able Rest in peace flesh creep And sneak with a street sweeper Niggas don't ever know what

taught my seeds proper I love my mother and father equal But I did damage to so many people So much evil it's hard to see through the dark Gotta fight fire with fire

', now you can bring it on, because we ready, we ready. Fuckin' with us is like fuckin' with no condom. That's dumb, better play with yourself. Nigga,

fuck with my clique I'm here to break 'em off for chunk A D E A T H L Y, a motherfuckin' punk And I be rollin' with the brass Don't answer with the

with the fuckin Go-Karts When you already did it, what the fuck is go hard? Synchronize automotives, walk out with no charge. Wit yo broad, Oh lord,

that with out a rubber Out the cutter twistin' green, listenin' to what you seen That slick shit you spit get Nada, not a fuckin' thing Fuckin' Queens