the quotes for the ghosts Who supplier of the notes that they living Riverton is rosey, pockets full of poseys Given to the mother of the deceased awaken at war
? Send 'em to the children of the corn, we the people See, niggaz through the eye of the demon My lethal injection, destroyin' evil Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol Aimin' at
un [Jadakiss] Yo, yeah, aiyyo We can do whatever you want to, I promise Fight, play razor tag or spit lamas I'm two guns up over the roof Hopin at
But Fuck, them boys I got the shottie on my arm If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn And Duck the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot
might fall and bust your ass No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass I hear 'em but they talking under mass Stop throwing pebbles at
luck" I throw fists at paparazzi like "why they watchin' me?" Throw fists at people grabbin' my money like Monopoly Throw your stacks in the air, shoot your rubber bands at
the street Them think they see Wayne truck Him whole block don't scare me 'Cause me get me thing and bust Them know that hot boys known to be dangerous
boys I got the shottie on my arm If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn And Duck the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there
keep.. tha.. block.. hot Sell wrong colts to keep.. my.. glock.. hot Never add taxes to.. my.. price, man And if a boy play, I ride.. at.. night, man
gutta like bag 'Bauds I stash O's in the drawers of my trash hoes I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow I mash low in a stolen hot RAV-4 The
Shockin' Niggas bangin' Four, Five rangin' in my ear I'm not scared, cause I'm Soldier, and Soldiers have no fuckin' fear In my sleep at night, I'm seein' war
ain't the NFL Him just [unverified] from rippin' with the mid-deck twelve Hit the block in twin-SL's and spit at gals, you get that, pal? Once it's war
pull up then draw You done falled in war, got in a big brawl Thought hard but you wrong, so you still get scarred Y'all boys done played wit some all out kill niggas Jump in hot
a similar interest King of pen and sing to a metronome without an influence Shot burner off-kilter bust shit at random Like civil war muskets or add kids
singer Dont want no charges Even though I got a stash in my garages You bitches looking at me as if I am retarded But you can never twist me up with all that war
(hot, hot,) we on fire Them niggaz is the (hot, hot,) we on fire Them niggaz is the (hot, hot,) we on fire Them niggaz is the (hot, hot,) we on fire!
(Hot, Hot,) We On Fire Them niggaz is the (Hot, Hot,) We On Fire Them niggaz is the (Hot, Hot,) We On Fire Them niggaz is the (Hot, Hot,) We On Fire!
investigatin' murders constantly, you got coke don't let no one know where you lay yo head at, 'cause they comin' to getcha', and that's where you be dead at
