The Alchemist, Tony Touch, The LOX - Fuego lyrics

Yeah yeah, D-Block
Tony Toca, LOX, Sheek Louch

("LOX", "Kiss")
("Sheek Louch, y’all ain’t go no heart")
("SP")

Ayo, here’s why I’m willing to
Die and take no shit
Fuck the whole world and I’m willing to ride
Like, here’s why I’m willing to
Slide: too many niggas phony
Shit is getting lonely, blowing my high
And like
Here’s why I’m willing to cry: I feel furious
And I’m getting curious what Heaven is like
And like, fact why I’m willing to die
‘cause y’all not
And I’ve always been the opposite
For most of my life
You know, P’ll be the Ghost of the ciph’
And understand that I’ll cut you from ear to
Ear to hit most of your pipe
I’ll leave niggas DOA for three whole days
20 niggas in your projects, P don’t play
Hank niggas like the Sugar Hill
I’m the example and the definition
So you could understand the hood is real
You lost your man, how would you feel?
We don’t give a fuck! I just told
You that the hood was real
What up? All y’all could get touched
D-Block, nigga, what (D-BLOCK)
Parking lot or in front of the store
Ask yourself, who want war? (What up?)

("The LOX", "Doing their thing", "Kiss")
("Tony Touch", "We back")
("Sheek Louch, y’all ain’t got no heart")

Yo, why you ice-grilling me
Like your jaw won’t break?
I put knives in like candles piece of cake
When my shit pop, it’s over next, the wake
You where duck niggas be found next to lake
I let it off in broad day
With the hammer, I make movies
Just like a matinee
We could talk but I don’t feel
Like it plus I’m not psychic
And I won’t know what you’ll do
If I don’t hit you first
I’ll watch your muh’fuckin’ melon burst
I’ll put bombs underneath your
Hearse fuck the funeral!
Sheek that nigga that live for beef
How I flow, I spit like I’m missing teeth
I’m a problem
Like the youth division in jail
Hardheaded, and my knife work, forget it, uh
I could pack up and leave right now
But that’s after I cock back
And gun you down, bitch
What up? All y’all could get touched
D-Block, nigga, what (D-BLOCK)
Parking lot or in front of the store
Ask yourself, who want war? (What up?)

("Kiss", "Sheek, baby, my style…")
("Holiday Styles, muthafucka
Giving you hell…")
("LOX, muh’fucka, the ox won’t…")

Ayo, I split niggas like Cohibas and Dutches
And cop shotguns the size of crutches
Sheek be off the hook, whatever Tony touches
Sheek and SP put the guns to ‘em
Ayo, Kiss, take it all off they fuckin’ wrist
And let them know where we at
So they could buy it back
And come dolo ‘fore I hit
‘em with the fuckin’ Mac
Y’all little niggas want work? Come
Get a fuckin’ pack

SP from the D-Block Gang, boss of the boss
Contract killer, plus he got ‘caine
Don’t you ever try to front, nigga
He got aim
He in a 4-point-6 but he got Range
Might hear the gun clicks then we got brains
Tell Sheek "It’s bullshit"
He could leave that chain
Plus his head is still bleeding
So leave that lane
Remember the last time and
The police that came
What? Fuego, muthafuckas! Tony Toca

What up? All y’all could get touched
D-Block, nigga, what (D-BLOCK)
Parking lot or in front of the store
Ask yourself, who want war? (What up?)

("The LOX", "Doing their thing")
("And y’all scared, I could tell…")

Muthafuckas, pull ya guns out