Flame on motherfuckers
 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. Knowin 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
 Lets 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 fucking, 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... (x3)
 FLAME-ON MUTHERFUCKERS(x2)
 Ya niggaz packing gats and stones
 Fronting on your man clones
 Ya niggaz missed the ride, cause this nigga make ya moan
 Cause when I pull out its like AIDS, I make sure its full blown
 And before the grief (kiss kiss), 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
 Cuz I by the wall in the back, guaranteed and all that
 While yall in all black
 When I leave the place, drop the reef, in his moms lap
 Motherfuckers...
 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? Thats when I pop up
 With somthing long, and put somthing in his ass like a thong
 I dont 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
 I'm straigh housing shit
 Yeah, ya niggas is ballers
 But I'm the nigga bouncin' it
 if Ruff Ryders is announcing it
 Ya know we get down for it, want every ounce of it
 I dont care if you sellin it, this is music
 how we sound with it?
 Dont forget, we bust rhymes for it
 skip town for it, get under the ground for it
 So nigga, dont 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 dont give a fuck
 what ever I gotta take care, I get it done
 If its 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
 Dont 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 'bout to get broke up
 Hook (out