[Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah) {Trife Da God}] 

Don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire! 

(Whooo, smoking, smoking, smoking them Marley Marl's 

Smile, smoking, them Marley Marl's now be smoking 

Uh huh uh huh, smoking, light them Marley up nigga, you 

Smoking) {yeah, yo} 



[Trife Da God] 

When you motherfuckin' ducks gonna learn, that you playin' with fire 

Nigga, everything I touch, I burn 

When I spark and that fire heat up, you better run 

To the nearest telephone and call the fire chief up 

Cuz I'm hazard, causin' disorder on your recorder 

So run along with your little buckets of water 

There's not a nigga that can doubt my game or doust my flame 

I'm know to cause a panic when you shout my name 

Fire, you damn right, nigga, I bang pipes 

It's not a fucking room in this building I can't light 

I'm the definition when you mix heat with friction 

When I walk through I set off all sprinkler systems 

I'm that kid with the firey flow, the firey glow 

Adjust the mic levels or the wires will blow 

New York's bravest, meet the man who inspired the pro's 

Throw on your fireproof bombers and admire the show, let's go 



[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Trife Da God] 

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting 

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (nigga) 

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting 

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (uh) 

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting 

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (yeah) 

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting 

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (let's go) 



[Ghostface Killah] 

Peep the barcode, leave the booth, wrapped it in charcoal 

Sippin' on firewater, plus I keep a cigar rolled 

The human torch, special effects, cannons is shootin' off 

Leave body bags full of ashes, we ain't no move to cost 

Spit flammable bars, I got a whooping cough 

Scarlet red, six forty five, with the dual exhaust 

My barrel blow like dodgers, pop one in your rider 

And cause a meltdown at One Police Plaza 

I'm the opposite of aqua, hotter than a plate of pasta 

I'm the reason LaMar Odom was traded off the roster 

The hot stepper, crushing ya niggaz like hot pepper 

The forty cal' squeeze a nigga, my heaters apply pressure 

In the kitchen with the gun steaming, six hundred degrees 

Feeling like you in the desert with the sun beaming 

You can't block me with the sun screening 

Ultra violet rays, shorten his days, we left his blood streaming 



[Chorus x2]