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Crosby, Stills & Nash - Fires in Hell lyrics
[Half-A-Mill]
 It ain't right, if it ain't rough, gettin paid's a must
 We made the bucks, even the player's hate us
 Is it the way we shine Gordiere gear since '89
 And shorty wit diamonds from South African mines
 Now it's '99, nearly 2 G, still in coogie
 Crib wit Jacuzzi, it is in the movie
 I take a shit, grippin the uzi
 Plan to make ya rich, smoothly, on the low
 Fuck a new V, on the run like Kool G.
 Marijuana twist, camouflage sis
 On some hard shit, charge like a platinum card, kid
 Enter the wild life, Crystal life, I'd rather die twice
 Before I eat, four chicken wings and fried rice
 Yo dunn, we high price, we news of the world
 White wine type, I don't like swine type
 No bullshit we, strictly chronic to life
 Bionic wit mics, seein shit with astronomical sight, tropin night
 Laid up, after the fight, live from cocktail Milion
 Land like alien, in Roswell
 Fly as hell, mad clientele, light up a L
 Hot enough to cause fires in hell
 [Chorus]
 Fire (fire), burnin (burnin)
 It's like fire (fire), burnin (burnin)
 It's like fire (fire), burnin (burnin)
 Hot enough to cause fires in hell, fires in hell
 [Half-A-Mill]
 Stupid reefer, still ride Gucci sneakers
 Ill, your shit can kill for the phone, if I leave her
 I ain't a player, I just get buffed a lot
 Somethin hot must of dropped, headed up top
 On the lee-lo, we know, niggas don't want us to see doughCrosby, Stills & Nash - Fires in Hell - http://motolyrics.com/crosby-stills-and-nash/fires-in-hell-lyrics.html
 See us flossin, you swear to God we rob Tito's
 Car paid for, smack the shit outta the repo
 Every verse is kilo, in the streets yo
 Thoroughbred exquisite, escalate mega digits
 Head twisted, on the red, by vet bitches
 Super fly son, movin my gun, born on the run
 More to come, all in one, luxurious fallen on
 Notorious baller, dunn, peep the prognosis
 I be the high explosive, burnin bushes like Howard Moses
 Higher dosage, chocolate roasted
 Made ya team, without a coach kid, chrome toasted
[Chorus]
 [Half-A-Mill]
 Project general, wise criminal
 Five percent of two, biochemical, nine emeralds
 Rubies, sapphire, who be the most higher?
 Insult liars, don't try us, get your coke tied up
 Throat tied up, we lay til the coke dry up
 Race like relays, day and night in V.A.
 You want a key and yay, see a
 You ain't got the dough we spray, fuck the D.A.
 Truck breeze away, material world
 Big guns, wit scratched serial world
 My cats put an end to your world
 Twistin ya girl, hot spittin, pissin ya girl
 But she's the freak at night, back seat of the jeep type
 Holdin heat type, New World Order of the catamites
 War over water, Babylon Six, we the light
 We the life givin forces, in this fortress
 Of hidden forces, design to trick and torture
[Chorus 3X]








