get no guaranties Wild fire - is the name for love Wild fire - how can I get enough ? Do anything you wanna do Nights are forever without you Wild fire - I'm been born again Wild fire
det af (it reminds me we stapping it (set on fire)) for de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper (cause they all call me wild worldwide chopper) (Alabama
could catch me I think not, I'ma mash to the spot Turning corners hitting blocks, got the sturning wheel hot Alright catch a flight, hot-lanta next night Looking for some fire
you coming and I'm gonna show you I ain't fucked up bout no charge nigga {Juicy J} can you niggas feel my pain catch me standing in the rain holding
to jail, then we wanna stay with 'em Kept the *** fired up, *** kept us wired up If you is a shaky guy, you don't wanna ride with us I was wild with
wild loose guerillas untamed guerillas Nigga we're y'all at, I'm a lil' tiger And I wear all black full of that fire And I puff til it's gone, boy I
that killa guerilla I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa Uptown consist of drug dealers, and thugs For the junkies got no love It's like this, play pussy you catch
bust nigga Trust nigga, this shorty wild And I been thuggin' with BGeezy - he taught me how Now play with me and watch it catch it fire I hit'cha block
you ain't drinkin' grams in Cali? El Caminos on toners Hotel Nico with Mona, weed from Pamona And any ghetto catch this St. Louis nigga on the corner
City, c'mon, uh (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got) And you say St. Louis City (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got) You wild boy, you need
' Four karat choppers out the window start to firing Tag-teamin' is a must for me and my rounds I catch one he catch one that's how it's goin' down Fuckin
motherfuckers don't want to do none Let's get bucked till this bitch catch fire Look a' here, we the rodeo riders, crucial colliders, crucial killers (Unverified) fighters, wild
New shit, Mobb Deep, featuring Noyd, like this dunn The professional used from my nigga vic Yo, you catch chills P stimulates your eardrum Taste buds
spit like a automatic semi barking part And if you hear me starin blame the remmy martin So liquor shots ghetto people Dutches and c-lo's duckin the repo For fuckin them lady c
your feet on the ground BRIDGE: C'mon, c'mon--let's get something started C'mon, c'mon--let's start something now CHORUS: We're gonna rock this country
The coppers are comin, deep as fuck so try to catch a thug The only way I'm fallin is slippin on one of these niggas blood I'm givin a fuck so yo whassup I feel a wild
out the radio for the sound In time we be waitin for shakin around The ground The ground definitely will get shooked And the roof it's gonna catch a fire
