[Hook x2] Fire, fire bend down from the fire Fire, fire, internal fire Fire, fire bend dowm from the fire Cause a red hot fire gonna burn for a while
[Verse 1: No Malice] The price of hell has its benefits I pray you not be ignorant Clearly I am seeing with My all-seeing eye, no pyramid I, too, was a derelict The truth raised me from the dead when I became aware of it Riding Tony's coattails Now Tony in a cold cell Wife home, miss him a lot She might wait, she might not Looking at a whole family torn apart Man, this game colder than a whore's heart And we don't cop pleas Never mind snitching, we better not sneeze Did I scale them keys? You be the judge Every good boy deserves fudge
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[Verse 2: No Malice] Led to the slaughter, precious is the blood That stained the cross, there's no greater love Like the days of Noah, no greater flood Than when them birds got shipped, no turtledoves Maybe a few chickens That I saved, for the drought, when it was slim pickings Then with one touch my soul became quickened When I revisit my past my soul becomes sickened Clock's ticking, go check your Audemar The bezel on that Chopard will only get you so far Mozart never tickled this many keys And your favorite emcees ain't who they claim to be The cat's out the bag, whoops! Shame on me I don't fear death, they tell me it come in threes Be ye not deceived, we reap as we sow Life, too, comes in threes: Father, Son, Holy Ghost
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[Verse 3: Pusha T] Hell or high water, we gon' keep rollin' Looking in my watch it's like hell freezed over Hell, money couldn't hold my composure Bull in a china shop, that's how I'm bulldozin' Gene found God, they thinking we at odds Must ain't know my father, he ain't never spared a rod Yuugh! It's two sides to a card Just opposite ends of two peas in a pod
[No Malice] And I owe it to my Granny who instilled the fear of God In the heavens looking at me, receiving this Grammy nod The game camouflage like S.W.A.T. Team riot gear Dudes is facades in this lane we pioneered Now they can't wait 'til we drop, that's diarrhea I found God, the rest found jail like Madea That's what you get when you pumping that Britney Spears Now how you gon' act at the truth that's in your ear?
[Hook x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
