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Correct Fires In Hell Lyrics
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[Half-A-Mill] It ain't right, if it ain't rough, gettin paid's a must We made of bucks, even the player's hate us Is it the way we shine Gordiere gear since '89 And shorty wit diamonds from South African mines Now it's '99, nearly 2 G, still in coogie Crib wit Jacuzzi, it is in the movie I take a shit, grippin the uzi Plan to make it rich, smoothly, on the low Fuck a newbee, on the run like Kool G. Marijuana twist, camouflage six On some hard shit, charge like a platinum card, kid Enter the wild life, Crystal life, I'd rather die twice Before I eat, four chicken wings and fried rice Yo dunn, we high price, windows of the world White wine type, I don't like swine type No bullshit weed, strictly chronic to light Bionic wit mics, seeing shit with astronomical sight, tropical night Laid up, after the fight, lobster cocktail Million Land like alien, in Roswell Fly as hell, mad clientele, light up a L Hot enough to cause fires in hell, fires in hell [Chorus] Fire (fire), burnin (burnin) It's like fire (fire), burnin (burnin) It's like fire (fire), burnin (burnin) Hot enough to cause fires in hell, fires in hell [Half-A-Mill] Stupid reefer, still rock Gucci sneakers Ill, your chick will kill for the phone, if I beep her I ain't a player, I just get buffed a lot Somethin hot, mustard drop, headed up top On the lee-lo, we know, niggas don't want us to see dough See us flossin, you swear to God we rob Tito's Car paid for, smack the shit outta the repo Every verse is kilos, in the streets yo Thoroughbred exquisite, escalate mega digits Head twisted, on the reg, by vet bitches Super fly son, move wit my gun, born on the run More to come, all in one, luxurious fallen one Notorious baller, dunn, peep the prognosis I be the high explosive, burnin bushes like I was Moses Higher dosage, chocolate roasted Major team, without a coach kid, chrome toast shit [Chorus] [Half-A-Mill] Project general, wise criminal Five percenter too, biochemical, nine emeralds Rubies, so fire, who be the most higher? Insult liars, don't try us, get your coke tied up Throat tied up, we lay til the coke dry up Race like relays, day and night in V.A. You want a key and yay, see A You ain't got the dough we spray, fuck the D.A. Truck breeze away, material world Big guns, wit scratched serial world My cats put an end to your world Twisted ya girl, hack spit and pissed on ya girl Cuz she's the freak at night, back seat of the jeep type Holdin heat type, New World Order of the edomites War over water, Babylon Six, we the light We the life givin forces, in this fortress Of hidden forces, design to trick and torture [Chorus 3X]
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