Strike the match

Flame-on motherf**kers

My gun I aim lower

My words is a flame thrower

Watch me end yall with somthing

That'll make your skin crawl

I'm only 8 tall ok yall

But I lay down law

And I lay down yall

So y'all better praise a) the lord

No room to breath Knowing shh

And the shit I spit be red and orange

And yall going to have to call it

In like bomb threats

Cuz I'm fire but

When I wet yall your gonna be drenched

Laid up with ten

Cause when I pull it out

I pull in shouts like BLOW

Damn that shit was loud

See the crowd

They all seek cover when

They see that black rubber

Because this cat here

Got no sisters or no brothers

It was one alone

Covered with shellack ready to die black

Let's talk about guns

And how y'all don't bust none

Thease niggas here

Y'all doing lest busting lot of ducking

Maybe a lot of f**king

Cause all y'all bust is nuts

Just give me room nobody move

Or yall gonna hear the boom

If yall can get it on

Then we can get it on

We all can get it on

If yall can get it on

Then we can get it on

If yall can get it on

If yall can get it on

Then we can get it on

If yall can get it on

Ya niggaz packing gats and stones

Fronting on your man clones

Ya niggaz missed the ride

Cause this n***a make ya moan

Cause when I pull out its like AIDS

I make sure its full blown

And before the grief

Kiss him on both cheeks

Let him think theres peace

And give him somthing to remember

Corpse stiff hands cold

And body missing till December

Sneakers off

Close casket blew his cheek off

By the way be careful who you speak of

Some body by the wall in the back

Guaranteed and all that

When I leave the place drop the reef

In his moms lap

Motherf**kers

Soon as yall think your beef is sweet

I'm gonna lay in the streets

And let y'all niggaz throw quarters on me

Can you spare change for your life

Change for what That's when I pop up

With something long

And put somthing in his ass like a thong

I don't know what you thought

I'm gonna do you like I do a Newport

And step on kid

Smoking him down till his head gone

Hook

Then yall can get it on

Then we can get it on

Then yall can get it on

Then yall can get it on

Then we can get it on

We yall can get it on

Then yall can get it on

Then we can get it on

We yall can get it on

I'm straigh housing shit

Yeah ya niggas is ballers

But I'm the n***a bouncin' it

If Ruff Ryders is announcing it

You know we get down for it

Want every ounce of it

I don't care if you sellin' it

This is music

How we sound with it

Don't forget we bust rhymes for it

Skip town for it get under the ground for it

So n***a don't ignore it

Unless your ass is deaf

This is gonna be your last breath

Your last S and S check

With your hands crossed over your chest

I don't give a f**k

What ever I gotta take care

I get it done

If it's money I owe nobody

Except a few hot ones

And if your 18 and under

This here's your last test

And I'm gonna teach you in the class

With the past tense lil bastards

C is for class or for casket

So get your books up

And if your doe is low

That C better mean for Cook Up

Don't tell me that you shook up

You konw I keep my stacks crossed

So that you gotta look up

And maybe we can hook up

But you know what

Then you woke up

Some body smoked you smoke up

You know what that mean

You broke and you about to get broke up

Then yall can get it on

Then we can get it on

Then yall can get it on

Then yall can get it on

Then we can get it on

Then yall can get it on

Then yall can get it on

Then we can get it on

Then yall can get it on