We run and move to the beat of an engine We stop, another day spent by the side of the road I can't stay here forever Watching the cars go by I can't
[Mannie Fresh] Wuuuun (Whaa-Whaa-Whaa-Whaa) Check me out (Come on) Cash Money Millionaires Check me out [Lil Wayne] Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots
ass up from the depths of hell [Daddy Nitro] Come! In a de ghetto tings are wild round de clock Some man a smoke crack and soem man a fire shot Me
here Like Alex Haley take notes on this biography My family tree consists of street refugees A ghetto land, where we talk slang Stolen cars bang, like
our city, our town, our turf we eatin? and y?all thirst do shoot back, bomb first get ?em gone first let em fire, arms burst regardless of size or status
and Paco (do it a) While playboys stepped in talent shows (let's do it again) Prom night, tux and Kangol was so cool (do it a) Fuck them new model cars
on a rampage then watch my mo' flip Draw from both hips, emptyin' both clips Got a whole lotta niggas, wanna ride wit' me Now that a niggas so hot, can strike fire
trying to hang with my crew You might of just learned, but it ain't nothing new What happened to your funk, did you lose it? Or did you get juked by
't believe me Then watch the way that this story ends, and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin' Just the smoke
to meet us down in the A And bring Wiz Khalifa because the green look pure We some real niggas We just looking in the mirror [Chorus - Yo Gotti] I'm on fire
against a foul government is the people right But not too many ready to fight It's like you'd rather be at home watchin' a flick or a fight Or maybe
hair Kill 'em with a rhyme, or the bottom of my Nike Airs So quick son pick one, you don't want me to finish or I'll quickly take you to 1950 and do you
it to my face, yeah, say it to my face, yeah They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face, yeah It gotta be these cars or the trips that
you by your millennium group, The Horsemen Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt wit Canibus Throw your 4's up or
Pain, bad man, bad man Make shots, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang Man we the best never the less You know we get it hot Fire flame, fire, fire flame Put
I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me Sandman 'Cuz while I smoke this up, I got coke to cut Leavin' niggas so doped up, they chokin' off
the top back on the prowler like tha car ain't circumcised Burglarize hoes, leave ya eyes closed Bricks in my truck while I ride slow, smoke yo fire
) all my legit ballers (wee straight) pull up to the club on dubs whey these niggas playa hate custom trucks and cars with a system bumping hard smoking
