Ghostface Killah, Trife da God - Fire lyrics

Don't play with me
'cause you're playing with fire!
Whooo, smoking, smoking
Smoking them Marley Marls smile, smoking
Them Marley Marl's now be smoking
Uh, huh uh huh, smoking
Light them Marleys up, nigga, you smoking!
Yeah, yo

When you motherfuckin' ducks gon' learn
That you playin' with fire
Nigga, everything I touch, I burn
When I spark and that fire heat up
You better run
To the nearest telephone and call
The fire chief up cuz I'ma hazard
Causin' disorder on your recorder
So run along with your
Little buckets of water
There's not a nigga that can doubt
My game or doust my flames
I'm known to cause a panic
When you shout my name
Fire, you damn right, nigga, I bang pipes
There's not a fucking room in
This building I can't light
I'm the definition when you
Mix heat with friction
When I walk through I set
Off all sprinkler systems
I'm that kid with the fiery flow
The fiery glow
Adjust the mic levels or the wires will blow
New York's bravest
Meet the man who inspired the pros
Throw on your fireproof bombers
And admire the show, let's go
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot
(nigga)
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot (uh)
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot (yeah)
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot
(let's go)

Peep the barcode
Leave the booth blacker than charcoal
Sippin' on firewater
Plus I keep a cigar rolled
The human torch, special effects
Cannons is shootin' off
Leave body bags full of ashes
We ain't no move to cost
Spit flammable bars, I got a whooping cough
Scarlet red, six forty five
With the dual exhaust
My barrel blow like geysers
Pop one in your visor
And cause a meltdown at One Police Plaza
I'm the opposite of agua
Hotter than a plate of pasta
I'm the reason Lamar Odom was
Traded off the roster the hot stepper
Crushing you niggas like hot pepper
The forty cal' squeeze a nigga
My heaters apply pressure
In the kitchen with the gun steaming
Six hundred degrees
Feeling like you in the desert
With the sun beaming
You can't block me with the sun screening
Ultraviolet rays, shorten his days
We left his blood streaming
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot
(nigga)
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot (uh)
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot (yeah)
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot
(let's go)
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot
(nigga)
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot (uh)
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot (yeah)
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot
(let's go)