fire And I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear
feel it in your chest Your B I, feel it in her breasts Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced We lick off lyrics in the streets and real
man, representin my clan Mixin the potion with verse fire and simmer, my man And stay shoutin out the home team wherever I am: it's the B-R-O double
got power and I will flex on you real quick Call ya dawgs, call ya trick, hug ya momz for you split 'Cause you ain't never gone see that b**** again
Gilla House, take it from the top like this *** Yo, Redman 'Back In Business' like EPM D whips I drive, I gotta TV 'em I tour New York down, so B.B.
When the T-L-A rock shock the stuff, it's yours To your drawers, your record label got your staff gassed Thinkin' you gonna sell two mil' cakes real
'cause they got steel No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal K-A, microphone wrecker E-D The O, the U, the B, the L to the E Rocking on, word is
white trash you can wrestle it real Test if you will feeling the meaning of real The meaning of steel you little bitch Ay you screaming for real Chorus
real crew, we got motherfuckers over here Rapping for real, eat pussy on records and shit That shit ain't what's happening, we got some real shit Trying
) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch) Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch) [Bun B] Say, I'm all about
gotta cut it, roll it, light it, pass And me and Bubba gettin' crunk in the club With a tape full of Bud in a champagne glass Puttin' it down for the B
, B.K. they trippin' I'm fin' to go on and take one of they lumps off, 'cause I ain't slippin' Just hippin', you to this real shit, so, get in where you
fools and I'll kill the rest B: "I am what I am!" Sen: And I'm not a land lubba' When ya hear the musket, you all take cova' B: "Fire one, fire two, fire
! Cheech: Aw, man... I've been so out... You got sent from heaven! All right, man, light it up, homes! Chong: Ok, check it out man! [Verse 1 - B-Real
the high Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother? B-Real, light another Spliff, aiyya, get on by ya, why ya Why ya, want to, turn off the fire?
] Sen start the massacre, as I get nasal The phase'll be like a murderer's maze, yo You won't find B-Real, inside any kind of cage, yo Sen is the gangsta
Not a problem I've encountered I have found elephants, lions, clowns Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire
ink pen I'm back, muthaf-cker Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers How y'all realer? (How y'all realer