with Seeds and stems in the bag nigga, who got it? Who got that fire? Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher? (I wanna know) Who got that fire
Vertaling: Onmens. Wie Het Die Vuur.
for the record [Chorus: All (Fiend)] I'm a smoker Who got that fire? Won't you pass me the green so I get higher? (Fiend wanna know) Who got that fire
smilin', I'ma 'bout to start wylin' I got bricks of that Peruvian A though face medicine, sniff that in doughs, that's a dope fiends regimen Range Rover
suicide with my nickel plate Reconciliation came from my enemy-friend Who said family don't bend, we stay silent till the end Now who would think that
spoon Tryna make me forty thousand and move Motels, star-studded, rock stars and goons Plain clothes wanna run in my room And guess who's, guess who'
came wit rollin' hard You try to serve me, you'll get served wit' no regard I got a pocket full of stones where the fiends at Got them big ol' boulders
to hand or go beyond that Do you want my gat to make the contact? Retirin cats who lack the heart to fire back? (We take all crabs overboard) [Chorus
's going down all night, baby Shootin' all haters on sight, baby That's right, make room E and Short be on fire Everything we do is fire This song is on fire
Word it's like all we got left Teardrops and closed caskets Throw it up fool, hey nigga Tell me how you feel homie Yeah It took a week to go down, you
lookin' stupid, what you wanna do? I'll take your style and embarrass it with Words beautifully written like Arabic Got niggas on the run 'cause the fire
I feel like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel like my only friend Is the city I live in, is beautiful Brooklyn Long as I live here believe I'm on fire
jailed Forgetting bail, piss test failed Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to death, I'm on
(after the smoke is done) yo Yeah (wu-tang you'll find is number one) yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what (number one) Slap fire outcha monkey ass
fathers pumpin garbage in their blood streams The novel of Apollo, every thug thing Blood, money and cancer inside a dope fiend My hungry team sellin drugs, Verazine got
somebody And all the brothers who got brothers that's locked down Sisters too... [unknown singers] We'll be moanin' for my peeps, who've got shot down
[Intro: (singer) Killah Priest] (Freedom, we're gonna tear your kingdom down) {*gunshots*} Ah, Johnny, yo, got shot, my baby, Johnny {*gunshots*} (Freedom
