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.44 layin' 'em down on they forehead\nHittin' every nigga up until there's mo' dead\nWith the .44 layin' 'em down on they forehead\nHittin' every nigga up until there's mo' dead\nWith the .44 layin' 'em down on they forehead\nSo pack up your shit and retire fool\n'Cause come June I'ma set your world on\n\nNigga you gots to...\n\nOh no I can't be faded, I know you hoes hatin'\n'Cause I be bustin' shots with the nine millimeter nickel-plated\n\nIt can't be debated\n\n1993, Mo' murder, killer ungraded\n\nAnd motherfucker it's already been stated\nFor your ass to bring it on but you hesitated\nMy nigga, my loc, my homie, I can't be imitated\nNiggas be sick all up on my dick and player haters hate it\nSo get the gat, load the fuckin' clip nigga\n'Cause these busta ass niggas wanna trip nigga\nBustin' shots in the classic as we flip nigga\n\nSteady gettin' fucked up off the dip nigga\nIt ain't shit nigga\nSo what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?\nBumpin' your gums runnin' mouth after mouth\nSo pass the Swisher Sweet so I can get higher\nAnd watch your ass 'cause I wanna set your...\n\nOn fire\nOn fire\nOn fire\nOn fire\n\nHow can I kill a motherfuckin' busta, let me...\nHow can I kill a motherfuckin' busta, let me...\nHow can I kill a motherfuckin' busta, let me count the ways\nBlast his motherfuckin' ass for days and days and days and days\nMonday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, lick a shot, blop blop\nEvery motherfuckin' busta got the chop\n\nWord to the motherfuckin' Peterman\nGot a gang of niggas ready to bust a gang of caps when I see the man\nOoh, now what you hoes wanna do?\nOoh, run and get your punk ass crew\nCool, I got a gang of bullets too\nFool, one for him, one for you\n\nQuick fast to the ass\nNiggas be laughin', dyin' slow\nWhen I be lettin' the .22 plus .22 go boom\nYeah, boom, come again, boom boom\nWatch a motherfucker hit the floor again\nReal rugged, rough and original\nComin' from the G-H-E-double T-O\n\nKnown as the glory 1993\nNiggas be gettin' smoked with that\nBullshit in case you didn't know, hoe\nSo if you plan to come down then call me Syke, yeah\n'Cause I'ma set your world on...\n\nYeah\nCome on\n\nCome on\n\nSend fire through this\nCome on\nKonvicts in this motherfucker y'all\nBig motherfuckin' Mike and Three motherfuckin' Two\nYeah\nP.D. on the motherfuckin' boom\nBringin' that noise for y'all ass\nThe Southern way, no other way\nFuck what another say\nCome on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fire\n  artist: Big Mike\n  album: Somethin' Serious\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nigga you gots to...\n  Nigga you better...\n  Nigga you better...\n  Come on\n\n  Mark ass niggas grab your shit because it's on\n  And if you ain't come to get down then just get gone\n  Big Leg' is up in the house and I'm about to bring it on\n\n  So nigga bring your white or just get hung for bringing in brown\n  Who the fuck is Dream 'cause if it\n  Was I'd be the motherfuckin' Sandman\n  Puttin' niggas to sleep like so with my bare hands\n  The nigga from the hood gettin' wet and wet\n\n  Blacker than the lacquer that you find on your living room set\n  So nigga don't fuck around 'cause I ain't scratchable\n  I know you wants to find my fuckin' head but it's detachable\n  So nigga what is you askin' for?\n\n  One to the dome or should I just reload the chrome and blast some mo'?\n\n  Hittin' every nigga up until there's mo' dead\n  With the .44 layin' 'em down on they forehead\n  Hittin' every nigga up until there's mo' dead\n  With the .44 layin' 'em down on they forehead\n  Hittin' every nigga up until there's mo' dead\n  With the .44 layin' 'em down on they forehead\n  So pack up your shit and retire fool\n  'Cause come June I'ma set your world on\n\n  Nigga you gots to...\n\n  Oh no I can't be faded, I know you hoes hatin'\n  'Cause I be bustin' shots with the nine millimeter nickel-plated\n\n  It can't be debated\n\n  1993, Mo' murder, killer ungraded\n\n  And motherfucker it's already been stated\n  For your ass to bring it on but you hesitated\n  My nigga, my loc, my homie, I can't be imitated\n  Niggas be sick all up on my dick and player haters hate it\n  So get the gat, load the fuckin' clip nigga\n  'Cause these busta ass niggas wanna trip nigga\n  Bustin' shots in the classic as we flip nigga\n\n  Steady gettin' fucked up off the dip nigga\n  It ain't shit nigga\n  So what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?\n  Bumpin' your gums runnin' mouth after mouth\n  So pass the Swisher Sweet so I can get higher\n  And watch your ass 'cause I wanna set your...\n\n  On fire\n  On fire\n  On fire\n  On fire\n\n  How can I kill a motherfuckin' busta, let me...\n  How can I kill a motherfuckin' busta, let me...\n  How can I kill a motherfuckin' busta, let me count the ways\n  Blast his motherfuckin' ass for days and days and days and days\n  Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, lick a shot, blop blop\n  Every 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with this blunt in my hand\n  start_ms: 272840\n  end_ms: 275720\n- text: (I'm on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke somethin'\n  start_ms: 275720\n  end_ms: 279170\n- text: And don't you understand with the world in my hand\n  start_ms: 279170\n  end_ms: 282580\n- text: If I ain't the shit (How am I to know?)\n  start_ms: 282580\n  end_ms: 286300\n- text: Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand\n  start_ms: 286300\n  end_ms: 289740\n- text: (I'm on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke somethin'\n  start_ms: 289740\n  end_ms: 293000\n- text: And don't you understand with the world in my hand\n  start_ms: 293000\n  end_ms: 296470\n- text: If I ain't the shit (How am I to know?)\n  start_ms: 296470\n  end_ms: 331460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331460\nplain: |-\n  This one is featuring Big K.R.I.T\n  And I got Mike Will in the house right now\n  This is produced by Mike Will\n\n  And I just started working on the album, the real album\n  It's called \"Lunaversal\"\n  And this nigga right here, played me so many goddamn\n  Great ass tracks so, I appreciate this man\n  Definitely on the move, he going to\n\n  I already told him man, if you ain't a millionaire yet\n  You about to be a millionaire, trust me\n  So let's run this right here\n  This is Ludacris featuring Big K.R.I.T\n  \"I'm on Fire\" produced by Mike Will, let's run it\n\n  Look, I make my own decisions, learn from my own mistakes\n  My enemies they want beef, but don't know what's at stake\n  I started out with nothin', just a dream and some hope\n  I fiend for riches like them crackheads fiend for the dope\n  I went from freeze tag to holding some weed bags\n  To a clown of hoes juggling my beanbags\n  I went from spin the bottle, to kiss the model\n  To three more seconds we gone find out if she spits or swallows\n  I heard it's a recession, while you hardly survive\n  The hardest decision of my day is which car I'ma drive\n\n  Rolls Royce Phantom? Maybe the gold Ac'\n  Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold back\n  This ain't no 760, bitch this a Alpina\n  Custom kits, chrome lips as deep as vagina\n  And women lost for words, guess they don't know English\n  No matter what language they speak they all know Denglish\n\n  Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand\n  (I'm on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke somethin'\n  And don't you understand with the world in my hand\n  If I ain't the shit (How am I to know?)\n  Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand\n  (I'm on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke somethin'\n  And don't you understand with the world in my hand\n  If I ain't the shit (How am I to know?)\n\n  Now as the world turns, spinnin' on it's axis\n  My dick be brushin' women's lips like chapstick\n  Brr, they say it's cold on the outside\n  So like a dentist, I'm just tryna keep they mouth wide\n\n  Reminiscin' on my days on the Southside\n  I made Nene leak and I ain't talkin' 'bout no Housewives\n  From eatin' canned tuna to shoe deals with Puma\n  From women sayin', \"Hey Chris\" to \"Goddamn Luda!\"\n  From playin' slap box to making the 'Lac drop\n  To white neighbors all swear I'm slangin' crack rock\n\n  Eyes so low they think I'm Asian when I'm blazin'\n  Cause that purple's on my chest like I'm playin' for the Ravens\n  Cadillac DeVille still rollin' 'til the tires flat\n  Not from Arizona but I swear I want that diamond back\n  Sunroof top, wood grain wheel\n  I signed for millions, y'all will never get the same deal\n\n  Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand\n  (I'm on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke somethin'\n  And don't you understand with the world in my hand\n  If I ain't the shit (How am I to know?)\n  Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand\n  (I'm on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke somethin'\n  And don't you understand with the world in my hand\n  If I ain't the shit (How am I to know?)\n\n  I got a candy coated fetish, ho don't you forget it\n\n  For a b-b-b-bitch let me wet it\n  It's that K-R-I-T stay beside me, we can go get this dough\n  Let me in your mind if you show me you down\n  I promise I won't let you go\n  I got an old school and that bass beat\n  If it ain't on chrome then it ain't me\n\n  And my mouthpiece colder than an AC\n  So call me Father of Winter in the peak of Summer I spit December\n  Breakin' backs 'til they crack and limber\n  If that's yo' bitch, she can't remember\n  I give her wood, she holler timber\n  In the paint, I play the center, of attention\n  Can't hear the vision of a playa with a pimpin'\n  With intentions to be richer, well I hate you missed it\n  Back again, one more time with them fuck niggas\n  And them thoroughbred that won't fuck with 'em\n\n  And hang on cause I stuck with 'em\n\n  I ain't got time to waste ho\n\n  Didn't have shit now I make more than I can barely count\n  I keep a thoroughbred shakin' what the good Lord gave her\n  Your chick ass barely bounce\n  We still live from the underground\n\n  Ain't nothin' changed in me\n  I put it down for the south and I'm outta\n  Everything these lame niggas claim to be\n  Young K.R.I.T\n\n  Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand\n  (I'm on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke somethin'\n  And don't you understand with the world in my hand\n  If I ain't the shit (How am I to know?)\n  Don't you understand with this blunt in my hand\n  (I'm on fire) Smoke, smoke, smoke somethin'\n  And don't you understand with the world in my hand\n  If I ain't the shit (How am I to know?)\n"}]