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I'm On Fire (A b*tch b*tch)
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I Had a Bit of Inspiration To Say These Words. It's Not Every Day That You Get To Say You're On Fire and Mean it.
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Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop New School
Charts
Peak #7,147
Peak in subgenre #689
Author
Street Prophet / Jared F Productions
Rights
2005
Uploaded
July 02, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 2.6 MB 128 kbps 2:49
Story behind the song
I wrote this one for the streets. Taking it back to my roots a little bit. The finger pointing, the name calling, the politics of love and sex. Then of course I got words for the false prophets out there. This one's for my peoples on the NSR.
Lyrics
STOP! Drop the mic, Cuz I'm ready to fight I done took my shirt off - I'm brawlin tonight Look at the way I do it - I ain't a punk or a bitch or a scrub or a snitch - Like I'm CJZ Estrogen's Beloved Specimen [NOT ANYMORE] Now your life is a fuckin mess again Cuz she left vexed again Read the new testiment You'll never find God again Now she just lost again Feel the reprocussion since we had our last discussion Steady Lovin, Steady Pumpin, Had you endin up with nothing Fuckin shove it - I watch you covet [all the sh] all the shit that you started And like the piece of trash you are, you gonna get discarded Caught you playin up a part right down to the wire Got used and abused through cold desire But I don't give a fuck cuz I'm on fire [UHHH - A BITCH BITCH] [CHORUS] Fire, I'm on Fire When I Drop it, you gon cop it, you can't stop it NIGGA! [VERSE 2] How dare you question me like I'm not an M.C I'm here continually, I'm the real Street P. Now some next man claimin, what an easy excuse to preech Draining the life from hip hop like a filthy dirty leech I've heard you rap, no skills to say the least You ain't even a rapper, you're just a dirty priest. Fake Street Prophet sickens me, He wants to stick his dick in me As if I was a school boy, he wanna constantly be lickin me And blowin me kisses instead of throwin me disses Pick up the cell and put a call out to his mrs. write a eulogy for your man instead of doin dishes Cuz when that red dot pops a shot, the prophet gettin vicious I'm a lover and a fighter, don't get down for one nighters As a writer, I'm a lifer, settin flames without a lighter I perspire, you expire, Just because you lack desire If you ain't noticed it yet, I'm on fire (A BITCH BITCH BITCH) CHORUS x2
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