Styles P, Sizzla - Fire & Pain (Pain Killas) lyrics

WOOO'! Ha, King Selassie I know
Sizzla Kalonji, girls smiles
Whoa yeah yeahhh

Shit is too too crazy, listen got bad luck
Like I ran and fucked the voodoo lady
Every other week I'm in handcuffs
Stack somethin, lose somethin
Somethin keep fuckin my plans up
Movin in a hurry, thinkin time is slow
When I pass the cemetery where
My lil' brother is buried
All I can do is salute, pound on my chest
God got his army and we all his recruit's
But, every other night I see demons

Do somethin wild and I don't know the reasons
Blame it on the air
So I say it's the seasons
Tell my niggas light the fuck
Up cause I'm fiendin
Get it - it's somethin when
The sadness turn into madness
Got me doin shit
Where I'm runnin from badges
I can see my life in some flashes
They think that I'm clashes
I pour more 'gnac in the glass kid

It's all about we got da tools wid us
Fuckin CRAZY'! Things ain't gonna
Be cool wid us
Luxurious - bring the guns along
Dey always cruise wid us
Those fuckers know better
That's cause dem no fool wid us
Huh, fuckin dogs
We gon' put dem in some leeches
As far as it reaches
We gon' iron out dem creases
With the four pieces
DEM got to use around the neck
Cannon go squeezes
DEM a soldier CRAZY believe it

I go to sleep and my soul cry
Nigga it's no lie why you think I'm so high
I flow like it's no time
Funny when your mind is a goldmine
And niggas is golddiggers
Guess you gon' learn when it's yo' time
Stressed up to my shoulders
Fuck it I'mma ride now
Brim of the Yankee, sittin on my eyebrows
Look at the stash and think that I'm gassed
Off the Godfather saga cause

Vito wouldn't lie down
Me and destiny got a date
Wheover with me rollin
If you ain't then you go get your 8
Cause I ain't gon' fold i take 'em all on
I've been dyin for the day to get my war on
I reflect on the days when I
Played Rahway gettin my score on
And came back to the hood with my forearms
Go get more mans, I got floor plans
And 23 ways to blow you out of them Jor dans

Try to beat me but don't worry I got dem
Make dem bleed blood it's a
Pleasure to squash dem
They ain't allathat so, I saw dem
Escapin from de cops dem ain't see
Me tryin to stop dem
Say you're livin BIG'! On top of de world
You go against me you gon' get freed
On dis side of de world yah
They say you're mad I say things comes and go
But I never leave mi gun because
I wan kill dem fuckin punks

Some niggas say I'm the sickest
If I got a show ghetto
Niggas go get the ticket
If I ain't blow on the stage
I had me a gauge
Outside on some bullshit, ready to stick it
Like the hood made me wicked as hell
Thought about more bullshit sittin in jail
Listen up it's nothin more important than
Feedin your seeds
I got two, so I just start believin in greed
It's like I'm needin the weed

And needin to read
Got to go against the odds
Just to even achieve
It's like I'm tired of the
Hassle and all that you the king I run up in
Your castle and all that
I'm nicer than whoever you can name
Been through the dark side
Walked back through the flames and
Came with a lightning push
Shined on the game, and e'rybody die
At the drop of a dime if
They rhyme on my name

Sit bak relax heah we kickin for a while
Sizzla Kalonji and Styles
Yeah beautiful girls dey smile
Bless your feet on de Jamaican side
Dat's de profile
Why de fuck de fuckin enemies wanna spoil
Yeah true born leaders woo yeah we navigate
Yah life is a cycle
So things got to gravitate
Smoke de fuckin herb, that's how I meditate
One love to de world
Damn tell dem we ain't gon' seperate

Shit is crazy, life is somethin really
I'm the Ghost, woo'!
We gotta live though, fuck it y'know
I know, feel me nigga