[Verse 1: T.T.] Light a match, I'm blowing up That's a known fact Accelerant lighter fluid gas Burning every beat up, beats spending money fast Even burn my cash Everything around me smells like smoke Blowing on something that’s really no joke Know they getting high when they start to choke Smoking on rizz, it’ll burn my throat It’s Tech N9ne, T.T, and Twista (think about the fire) Switching lanes, 500 horses Time for bed, you know my Swishers getting split like divorces Can’t never burn out, no doubt we get smoked out Roll some White Widow to the ground till' I pass out Say you told 'em how, so, tell me what you talkin' 'bout
[Hook: T.T. x2] Set your city on I'm burnin' like (fire) I smoke you like (fire) I melt you like (fire, like fire) (Like fire, like fire)
[Verse 2: Twista] It's only right that Twista speak about the fire Lovin' the feelin' when I fill up a Backwood Smoke the blunt up till I'm fucked up Cough till I wanna upchuck, now I'm feelin' good Takin' a hit of it than I be going off into oblivion When I be blowin' the Afghani or the OG Kush talkin' bout a bush If I see you blowin' Purple nigga I wanna hit it Act like you know me Always blowin loud with my people Flow so good that my style is evil Steady spinnin' on my women in the summer Like lemons in the Hummer, I got Sour Diesel Smokin' Headband, make a nigga do a headstand Green Crack make me lean back From the shine to the twin cities, ready to spend 50 Pullin' up your block, have you seen that?
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[Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Tech livin' it up Straight givin' it up Sex diggin' in guts Women know I'm makin' everything cream Wreck then I bust That's when I'm in lust Wet women are stuck seing Richie Richie, Professor King Bean I got the fire for lady luck I'm a live wire And she's a thicky thick and you can't green up than I'll fly her Buy her desire's than annihilate her midnight attire Then deny and say I've had better, bitch liar liar Flyed it to buy up in the sky I'm a spit the flame Quick to rip it and get to trippin' you victim with the gang Get the picture frame, for the nigga to get the blame Grip the pistol bang, to your nipple the missile came You better know this soowoo bidness nigga Don't wanna fuck around and get lit up in your liver Betta consider I'm a heavy hitter to spit a gat So watch your mouth when you speak to me 'fore I give you that
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