Ghostface Killah & Trife Da God - Fire video free download

Album: Put It On The Line

Year: 2005

Track: 7

Track Produced By: Jim Bond

Samples: ....

Lyrics:

Don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire!

(Whooo, smoking, smoking, smoking them Marley Marl's

Smile, smoking, them Marley Marl's now be smoking

Uh huh uh huh, smoking, light them Marley up nigga, you

Smoking) {yeah, yo}

[Trife Da God]

When you motherfuckin' ducks gonna 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'm 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 flame

I'm know to cause a panic when you shout my name

Fire, you damn right, nigga, I bang pipes

It'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 firey flow, the firey glow

Adjust the mic levels or the wires will blow

New York's bravest, meet the man who inspired the pro's

Throw on your fireproof bombers and admire the show, let's go

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Trife Da God]

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)

[Ghostface Killah]

Peep the barcode, leave the booth, wrapped it in 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 dodgers, pop one in your rider

And cause a meltdown at One Police Plaza

I'm the opposite of aqua, hotter than a plate of pasta

I'm the reason LaMar Odom was traded off the roster

The hot stepper, crushing ya niggaz 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

Ultra violet rays, shorten his days, we left his blood streaming

[Chorus 2X]