Los and Nutty, Babyface Ray - On Fire lyrics

Ah, ah, ah, ah (yeah)
(Yung Shad, you killed this track)

Los where you at? I'ma be there in a minute 
(I'm comin' up) let's hibachi cook 'em
 I don't even like these niggas
(Fuck these niggas) rubber bands and bands
 only thing excite my nigga (yeah)
They know me as a rapper but I
Live a life of dealers (Ah)
When I got the call I was in the telly
Chilling

I seen a 100 bands
Now I wanna make a million (Phew)
Contract killing
Put his brains on the ceiling (Gone)
Hot on the Eastside
I was selling fake prescriptions (Fuck 'em)
Tuesdays and Thursdays
Them real doctor visit's (Damn)
My nigga, showed a nigga how to get it
Got guns like the army, better yet the Navy
(yeah)
I was up in Traverse City, grams go for 180

I was up in No Man's Land, beans go for mmm
(Ah) told her if she show them titties
I'ma drop the roof (Take the top down)
You gon' fold when there's pressure
Then it's not for you (It ain't for you)
100 for a line and I can
Cut it so I'm buying juice (yeah)

Jump 'bout that paper, don't try to play me
Traverse City, selling grams for 180
Got guns like the army, better yet the Navy
Traverse City, selling grams for 180

250 for the script, 100 for the patient
(yeah) bitch in my business
Want to know what I'm making
(Don't worry about it) my bail high as hell
We growing in the basement (yeah)
Call for the low, nigga, that's my guy
Cheap ass, nigga, that's my type ()
18 to 21, nigga, that's my price
Nigga, that's my life ()
If get flicked with the stuffer, nigga
That's my wife

Oh, that's yo' man? You hit the stand, man
That shit ain't right (That's crazy)
Niggas staring at my plate like
"Lemme get a bite" (Huh?)
I'm chopping dope on auntie like
"Lemme get a razor" (A razor)
Niggas think we got a deal
'cause we living major (yeah)
Niggas run they mouth a lot
Running off a lot (They is)
Killer will leave where you stand
Tell 'em "Chalk the spot"
Unky dropped a zip of 'caine
In the coffee pot neighbors crying, fuck it
Let's move the work before she call the cops

Jump 'bout that paper, don't try to play me
Traverse City, selling grams for 180
Got guns like the army, better yet the Navy
Traverse City, selling grams for 180

Ask them niggas in the hood
Boy I been a shoulder
In the alley with the chopper
Feel like Magnolia (Thuggin')
Nutty had the raw
Riley had the crack rollin' (On Clemens)
Closed the spot for hour but it's back open
(What you want?) back jumping, back pumping
Love selling something (That dope)
Prolly at the post office
Prolly mailing something
Babyface, what you was drinking?
Prolly red or something
I got caught red handed
Still ain't told 'em nothing

Jump 'bout that paper, don't try to play me
Traverse City, selling grams for 180
Got guns like the army, better yet the Navy