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 Half-A-Mill 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 dough 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] Send "Fires In Hell" Ringtone to your Mobile
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