| FIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE! | 
| Burn, baby, BURN!
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| Burn, baby, BURN! | 
| Burn, baby, BURN! | 
| BURN!
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| Yeah, we got that FIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE! | 
| Burn, baby, BURN!
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| Burn, baby, BURN! | 
| Burn, baby, BURN! | 
| BURN!
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| The roof, (the roof), the roof, (the roof), the roof, (the roof)
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| I’ll heat ya block with heat so, hot, hot, hot…
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| The roof, (the roof), the roof, (the roof), the roof, (the roof)
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| Me squeeze one shot, and leave ya not, not, not…
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| Anywhere you wanna do it, nigga we can get it poppin like a firecracker!
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| But I’m wild, I get at cha, hit a nigga like a tractor, collapse ya, thrash ya
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| Rat-a-tat ya, matter of fact ya — dead!
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| Never comin back here, sendin out last year
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| Took a look at the competition, there was none there
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| So a nigga hit the hood, let it rumble in the streets
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| To let everybody know, we keep heat!
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| Nigga got that fire, fire baby! | 
| Got that fire fire baby!
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| Got that fire, fire, baby! | 
| Got that fire, fire, baby!
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| Got that fire, fire, baby! | 
| Got that fire, fire, baby!
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| Got that fire, fire, baby! | 
| Got that fire, fire, baby, baby, baby…
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| Try to test me and I bet you get burned!
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| And at the same time learn, that I’m not that nigga
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| Nigga on it for reala, you wanna deal with the killa
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| Give the scrilla to me, really, I get 'em, I get up in 'em!
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| They betta be able to handle the heat
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| Cause we gon take it to a million degrees!
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| Somebody betta go and call the fire department
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| Them Bone niggas all knock shit on FIRE!
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| Lil L-Burna finna burn it up, we got 'em runnin to the radio to turn it up!
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| Like «is it really them thugs?» | 
| Yeah nigga this us!
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| And when we come with the heat, we gon burn ya up!
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| Finna do damage cause I’m a certified criminal
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| I know it’s illegal, but I’ma leave a nigga critical
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| Put the gun down, nigga we can get physical
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| Bullshit, tricked ya — bang! | 
| You invisible!
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| Disappear like the rest of these niggas that are turnin to ghosts
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| Cause they can’t come close to the original nine-nine
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| You know where to find mine, I’m strapped with a four-five
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| I’m posted with that fire, fire, baby! | 
| That fire, fire, baby!
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| That fire, fire, baby! | 
| That fire, fire, baby…
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| I ain’t even gotta tell y’all niggas that the rhythm that I ride to the beat be
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| scorchin!
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| Like the middle of the summer, tryna sit on the porch, no shade and your body
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| be torchin!
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| Keep my name out ya mouth with that he say, she say, nigga better peep what we
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| say!
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| Fuck around and get caught up in the heatwave, y’all nigga better not try to be
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| brave!
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| Ahhhhh!
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| Let me tell ya somthin, nigga, if the fire’s started
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| I’m the nigga with the matches, let it flame up!
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| Scare me, scare whoever shot, before you pull it
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| Better know what you’re gon do and who’s who
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| Guaranteed to bring the flames, got that fire
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| When you’re listening, yes that-that fire, fire
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| You don’t like me, so what? | 
| Act up, fire gon make ya hate me…
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| Fuck sick shit up, move up, burn shit down, spark it up!
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| Then ya lay down. | 
| cause I got that fire, fire, fire baby!
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| Got that fire, fire, baby! | 
| Got that fire, fire, baby!
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| Got that fire, fire, baby! | 
| Got that fire, fire, baby…
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| And I’m old school, still don’t believe me
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| Then ya let it all burn, then there’s no clues
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| Gotta do what its gon do, and that’s burn, baby, burn!
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| No questions, that’s juks, snitches talk, thugs get to walkin
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| Them other niggas gon get served in the chalk
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| But not me, no witnesses, thugs, so burn, burn! |