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Set It On Fire - Tony Touch |
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Rock Marcy, so stop spreddin' out malarchy |
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My rap anarchy, blaze more wigs than Barbara Sharpsee |
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I'm a freakers army? Savage ya type like Chaka Zulo, papi chulo |
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Not to be sulo, wilder than Kujo, you actin' fool yo |
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Come on, swing 'em like a two way, back to school |
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Rulership sh*t, bring them the newest, Tony Touch 'em, I f**k 'em |
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This fool, who can f**k with his dude |
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Check what the butler, I cut his a** up, somethin' disgusting kid |
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My custom is, government cheese, chumpin' them steez |
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Who's a monkey wrench, jumpin' machines get in between, so it seem |
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It'll only cause a moment of scream |
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The super seed what I be sayin' is like a king on his knees |
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I never fall, 'cuz the ring on my paw plead forgiveness |
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Loot for rightness, superstitious, bazooka hit his a** out |
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Break a suspicious, three sixes of cum |
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Anti religious, kill 'em off on the first try |
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Flipmode Squad, there is none higher |
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You b**ch a** niggas, should call Messiah |
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We won't stop rockin', until we retire |
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Let's blow the spot and set the muthaf**ka on fire |
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Aiyo let's turn the heat up |
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(And set it on fire) |
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Let's bring the noise my ni**a |
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(And set it on fire) |
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And what the f**k ya niggas wanna do |
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(And set it on fire) |
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Go get the gas and the matches |
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(And set it on fire) |
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Ya, niggas in the game, ya ain't go no press |
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Yo I go to Hillside and cop a V from Less |
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Me and Flip on the lot, in the green G.S. |
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Leathers is out, rims yo they be B.S. |
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TV's in the dash, watchin' C.B.S. |
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Later on watch the Knicks on T.B.S. |
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Rampage I'm the ni**a, no second guess |
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Yo my beeper goes off, it's them shorties from out west |
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Call them back, hit them off on street jack |
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I let 'em know, how this real ni**a polly that |
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I'm in my car yo, them honies in the Pontiac |
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How I dress, how I hustle, where the money at? |
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They love my rings, my watch, how I flooded that |
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Put that on my eggs and toast and just butter that |
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Flipmode, Tony Touch, son double that |
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F**k around, sh*t gon' double plat' |
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Flipmode Squad, there is none higher |
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You b**ch a** niggas, should call Messiah |
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We won't stop rockin', until we retire |
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Let's blow the spot and set the muthaf**ka on fire |
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Aiyo let's turn the heat up |
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(And set it on fire) |
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Let's bring the noise my ni**a |
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(And set it on fire) |
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And what the f**k ya niggas wanna do |
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(And set it on fire) |
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Go get the gas and the matches |
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(And set it on fire) |
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Analyze the flavor, we 'bout to blaze ya, every move is major |
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Major paper, office space up in the skyscraper |
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Niggas on my crew xxxx, and need to get down |
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Frown, from when your crew was just a major let down |
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Official, sparkerly clear just like a glass crystal |
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Blast a pistol, that's when ya start to hear my missile whistle |
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Jesus, pledge of allegiance to the sole prestigious |
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With the antidote to make ya wanna bust ya heaters |
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Release this, I hope ya know that we about to freak this |
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F**k discreteness, analyze every ni**a weakness |
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Cut ya face up, then f**k the place up |
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Pass the L, without the coca lace up, let's pick the pace up |
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Stick the place up, then shake up, then click ya base up |
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Wrong move, we puncture everything from ya waist up |
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Blow the space up, while ya gaspin' off ransom |
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Then get the dough and put an expansion on my mansion |
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Flipmode Squad, there is none higher |
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You b**ch a** niggas, should call Messiah |
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We won't stop rockin', until we retire |
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Let's blow the spot and set the muthaf**ka on fire |
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Aiyo let's turn the heat up |
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(And set it on fire) |
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Let's bring the noise my ni**a |
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(And set it on fire) |
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And what the f**k ya niggas wanna do |
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(And set it on fire) |
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Go get the gas and the matches |
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(And set it on fire) |
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First and only female here to play my position |
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Make it hotter than the projects with no air conditioning |
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Honey petite, walk around with the screwface |
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Dip from the whip, on down to my shoelace |
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Can't see us, mommy sippin', San Greas |
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Shotgun style will open up ya pancreas |
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Puff remix, hittin' sponsor for free kicks |
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Bootleg ya sh*t with me spittin' on the remix |
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Type sh*t like doin' shows with a blind fold |
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Voicey Q. will blow a circuit out ya console |
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F**kin' wit how I spit, ain't gonna paper |
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Black hoody tight wit a teeny bit of makeup |
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No need to brag, my legislate speak |
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Nine nine dig the time to shine like Memph Bleek |
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Crown and half sheet, my white label leak |
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Tellin' MC's to count eight weeks and say peace |
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Flipmode Squad, there is none higher |
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You b**ch a** niggas, should call Messiah |
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We won't stop rockin', until we retire |
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Let's blow the spot and set the muthaf**ka on fire |
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Aiyo let's turn the heat up |
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(And set it on fire) |
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Let's bring the noise my ni**a |
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(And set it on fire) |
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And what the f**k ya niggas wanna do |
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(And set it on fire) |
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Go get the gas and the matches |
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(And set it on fire) |
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Okay, you wanna make a million f**kin' dollars? |
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Okay, I tell Tony Touch to put out a f**kin' mixtape |
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A mill here, a mill there |
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In f**kin' 10 years, we f**kin' buy this whole f**kin' place, puto |
