Lyrics:
I'm gonna burn down the entire fucking stage
Baby don't let me fucking burn up in flames
Or else I'm gonna burn down the entire fucking stage
the dirty south (repeat 2X)
(Redd)
down south we wear bandannas and denim suites
down south you gone always spot us in them coupes
(Lil' Flip)
well down
of the immigrant
In the beginning was a fear of the immigrant
He's made his home there down by the dark riverside
Ohhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhh etc etc
He made his home
spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen
down to the dark riverside
In the beginning was the fear of the immigrant
In the beginning was the fear of the immigrant
He made his home there by
But tomorrow, today's goin' down in flames
Throw the match, set the past ablaze
So feel the fire beneath your feet
As you barely even perspire from
you're sealed in
But you're fireproof, flame retardant, you withstood it
And as you climb up to the roof, you're just chillin'
You look down 'cause
burnin' ring of fire
I went down, down, down
And the flames got higher
And it burns, burns, burns
That ring of fire
The ring of fire
The taste
cold
Smashed into pieces
On the floor
Dead on arrival
No survival
Eye on the prize
Eyein down this rifle
545 by thirty nines
I hit em in the spine
down, repeat a lot
Nonstop on the dot early in the morning
Til the night falls, night crawls, time creeps, death reaps
tombstone under ground
Now I'm
tot, now I’m down, repeat alot
Nonstop on the dot early in the morning til the night falls, night crawls, time creeps, death reaps, tombstone under
coast, East East coast
Yo when Snoop and them was kicking buildings down by your fucking house
Most of y'all was fucking quiet like a church mouse
the hennessy
How you claim you got gas
But you serving cbd
And watch out for them rats
That try and play ya like a dvd
They stab ya in ya back
Cause them niggas
of glory
Going down in flames
Going down in a blaze of glory
Leaving my mark on the world when I've gone
Spreading the word by the deeds that I've done
Yes
I have two tickets to the NAACP Awards
The Image Awards
Secret Servicemen, you can sit down
My seats are in the front row, I hate to be so
I went down, down, down
And the flames got higher
And it burns, burns, burns
That ring of fire
The ring of fire
The taste of love is sweet
don't I know the sound of that voice
Yeah baby hold me down
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These
on my game
Back in my zone, the track I will flame like my name Usain Bolt
You could watch me as I bounce, bounce, bounce, MF Kush yea
Yea, I got it by
mattered
So, i'm strolling down Astor Place
Hittin' up taverns
If they lookin' for a scary
Black man to come after
In a whole different mood,
Fueled by
M.I.A.
Take the Spyder down the strip, when I'm in V-A
The game slow, gotta put a little work in D.C.
I ball like I'm WNBA's M.V.P.
On, ESPN or, NBC
I
M.I.A.
Take the Spyder down the strip, when I'm in V-A
The game slow, gotta put a little work in D.C.
I ball like I'm WNBA's M.V.P.
On, ESPN or, NBC
I
of the Lord
And it's time to walk in your blessings
With no more stressing
Cause you've been refined by his
By his
By his flames
I wanna be more like you
to hop on a track
I knew niggas who thought they was tuff than a bitch
When they took it down south they did not make it back
I'm locked in the studio
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