Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fire, artist - MC Lyte. Date of issue: 13.02.2007
Song language: English
Fire |
| Yeah, I heard somebody say fire |
| Y’all want heat, here go heat, right here |
| Lyte the MC, Neb Luv, show them what heat’s got |
| Yeah, we spittin' venom in 'em, whether it’s men or women |
| I kill 'em like the? |
| and dismiss 'em at the minimum |
| I’m leavin' 'em twisted like a braid, glow like a fade |
| My lyric cut your spirit like a swiss army switchblade |
| The more in my cup, the more dangerous |
| More that I bust, they call me angel dust |
| I’m heat proof, flip a nigga off their feet |
| Then creep the streets and? |
| underneath |
| The skin off the bone, how I burn a MC |
| Stop, look and listen, and learn from me |
| I got that fi-i-i-ire, get lost and pay the cost |
| Get tossed, that’s your only option |
| You’re locked in cause I’m blockin' your oxygen |
| I’m knockin' your chin, rockin' your noggin |
| I’m rollin' with Foxx and them |
| Bitches better quit before Lyte hit, fuck what you thought |
| Niggas gettin' caught |
| Heat scorchin', torchin' |
| Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution |
| Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' |
| Yo, fuck? |
| Heat scorchin', torchin' |
| Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution |
| Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' |
| Yo, fuck? |
| I breathe through, bleed through |
| The track, you suckers are see-through |
| React with a mack, you’re fake, I could read through |
| Like buck, youse a soft crook |
| But look twisted and catch your heart hook |
| The street, plus my niggas gotta eat like kings |
| This chick carry heat supreme |
| ?, sinister, make you a believer |
| Conniving industry cats be lying, spying |
| On the sick chick, with them sick hits |
| No, here’s a sick tip, keep this your business |
| Music addictive, ?, voice |
| Layin' the cuts in the Royce five four |
| Flow like C4 through your door |
| Hit ya open like pores, bang baby get you on the floor |
| You know how it is when you move till your sore |
| Nothing but the bubbly, ain’t nobody poor |
| Heat scorchin', torchin' |
| Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution |
| Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' |
| Yo, fuck? |
| Heat scorchin', torchin' |
| Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution |
| Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' |
| Yo, fuck? |
| Burnin' MC’s at 99.9 degrees |
| With flows like these I keep 'em on they knees |
| Torturin', they sit motionless |
| After they feel the dust they can’t get with us |
| I’m razor sharp, comin' for your main artery |
| It ain’t hard for me, it ain’t hard to see this |
| Fi-i-i-ire |
| Blaze like inferno, injure internal |
| Damn right, Neb and Lyte crew will hurt you |
| Suffocate the body like heat wave we’ll work you |
| Till you’re purple, till you feel the pain |
| I’m a shine, keep it live, baby feel the flame |
| From top to bottom, cut 'em, gutter, we got 'em |
| Do 'em like the ?, leave the rest for rock and I swear |
| It ain’t no calm for us in here, we got the fi-i-i-ire nigga |
| Heat scorchin', torchin' |
| Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution |
| Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' |
| Yo, fuck? |
| Heat scorchin', torchin' |
| Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution |
| Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin' |
| Yo, fuck? |