, give a little turn listen to it spin make it in the shape you want it in. Earth and fire and wind conspire with human hand, and love, and fire. take
to a spin Make it into the shape You want it in Earth and fire and wind conspire With human hands, and love, and fire Words and Music by Bill Danoff
to set fire to the microphone And leave the mic so hot you need potholders for this Due to burnt wires it's cordless Yo Ant Live make suckers walk off
"(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga (First Family) World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here." Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)
it's quiet and orderly The gunsmoke make son soak The smoke run through the barrel until the gun choke Raised cold-hearted and deadly Survive wit a
Brother Louie!.. [02:44.55]Dear, love is a burning fire [02:47.70]Stay, cause then the flames grow higher [02:52.35]Babe, don't let him steel
and load my guns chorus repeats 2x Yeah, I got a steel, I won't come easy, no I won't come easy, I won't come easy Steel, steel, steel, steel, steelheart
iron and it hurt, im smokin some pine to stop from cryin but it don't work, and lookin at his daughter even make it harder, how she gon make it farther
busta, we some muthafuckin psychopaths [Chorus:] Making Niggas Wanna Get Hype Yea I'm PSYCHO [x8] [Papoose:] I'm an iceberg trapped in a fire I won
You know I love to make a connection I love to conspire in steel And you know I love to write good rock songs honey That's all good and real I was born
make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules? Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors? Tell us make a flask of tea and survive
get peeled, and wigs bound to get split I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real I'm bout to *hic* hiccup some bullets out my fuckin' steel Peel, make
you real you make it, fake yo ass get shookin Fo' you can look, you hit bitch, yo life get tookin If you think, stay put, or feel the fire from the K
steel with the shape of a massive bell From the north tower to the nest Take seven of your best and proceed with the first test The chamber fired a flash
nasty For niggas that force the issue my man'll toss the pistol and of course I hit you let that loss be with you the more L's the higher streets are fire make
what? [RahRah] Keepin it real! [Tupac] How old are you nigga? [RahRah] I'm eleven [Tupac] Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state preoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive
quarterly blazed till it's quiet and orderly The gunsmoke make son soak The smoke run through the barrel until the gun choke Raised cold-hearted and deadly Survive
"(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga (First Family) World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here." [Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)]