Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lighters Up , by - Lil' Kim. Release date: 23.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lighters Up |
| I come from Bed-Stuy |
| Where niggaz either do or they gone die |
| Gotta keep the Ratchett close by Someone murdered |
| Nobody seen, nobody heard it Just another funeral service |
| Niggaz will get at you |
| Come through shinin', they yap you |
| In broad daylight kidnap you |
| Best get clap through |
| Police stay on us like tattoos |
| Niggaz only grind cuz’we have to Money is power |
| Sling crack, weed, and powder |
| Fiends come through every hour |
| Its all about that dollar |
| And we no deal with cowards |
| Weak lamb get devoured |
| By the lion in the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble |
| The weak fold and crumble |
| Its the land of trouble |
| Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers |
| BIG comes first then the queen comes after |
| Now put your lighters up (Bed-Stuy) |
| Put your lighters up (New-York) |
| Put your lighters up (D.C.) |
| Keep putting your lighters up (Philedelphia) |
| Put your lighters up (Detroit) |
| Put your lighters up (Chi-town) |
| Keep putting them lighters up No matter where you from, put your lighters up Now, let me give you a walk through |
| Show you what to do and you dont do Where its not safe to go to |
| Them boys approach you |
| Better say quick who you close to Dont come through if niggaz dont know you |
| Cuz’people is talking |
| The streets is watching |
| The G’s is lurking |
| Stash the nine in the garbage |
| The life of a hustla |
| The life of a gambler |
| Dice game, kill more niggaz than cancer |
| You know who you fuck with |
| Brooklyn dont run, we run shit |
| Roll up and just bumrush shit |
| We dont play that |
| Out in Bk, not at all, For a pound leave your face on the wall |
| R.I.P in memory of, Never show thy enemies love |
| We get it on where we live |
| You better have a pass, when you cross that bridge |
| Welcome to Brooklyn |
| Put your lighters up (L.A.) |
| Put your lighters up (V.A.) |
| Put your lighters up (Texas) |
| Keep putting your lighters up (New Orleans) |
| Put your lighters up (St.louis) |
| Put your lighters up (A-T-L) |
| Keep putting them lighters up No matter where you from, Put your lighters up Damn homie I’m so tore |
| And I dont think I’m ever gone somke no more |
| And I dont think I’m ever gone drink no more |
| But fuck it bartender you can give me one more |
| (We in the club like) Damn homie I’m so tore |
| (Lighting the dutch like) And I dont think I’m ever gone somke no more |
| (Passing the bub like) And I dont think I’m ever gone smoke no more |
| (Back at the bar like) Fuck it bartender you can give me one more |
| See, BIG done told you |
| Im the hottest bitch on the planet |
| Biggest sex symbol, since Janet |
| Theres a Nolte bandit |
| Laying in the cut like a bandage |
| Come through Fulton St. in the vanquish |
| Doing them damage |
| And if you dont understand it Then let me give it to you in spanish |
| Soy la senorita mas Linda del barrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio |
| Still over in Brazil, Sipping Mescotto |
| You must of forgot though |
| So Imma’take you back to the block yo Put you on to how we rock yo Some are boosting |
| 12-year olds prostituting |
| Hit-men hired for execution, Theres no solution |
| Niggaz still piss in the hallways |
| Fiends get high on em’all day |
| The youth them bang at the cops off the roof |
| If you dont know my town is the truth |
| Welcome to Brooklyn |
| Now put your lighters up (New Jersey) |
| Put your lighters up (Boston) |
| Put your lighters up (B-More) |
| Keep putting your lighters up (Miami) |
| Put your lighters up (Puerto Rico) |
| Put your lighters up (Kingston, Jamaica) |
| Keep putting them lighters up No matter where you from, Put your lighters up |