(Instrumental)
Fire in .. (ad libitum) .. in my heart
2:] Somebody tell me Becuase I just can't get this right Somebody tell me Why di Gully and di Gaza fight Somebody tell me Why di leaders ain't acting
the block, leavin' these motherfuckers shot They ain't ready for the Nakamici I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze Now dey a motherfuckin' see me They try to breeze
bustle and go Whoop, whoop I'm fully loaded, Pockets low, baby Whoop, whoop I'm comin' straight from the cold, baby Whoop, whoop I know you feelin' us That's why
good So keep your awards Just make sure the cash come on home wit the hood Young, Young, Young Gunners Chris and Neef, we the future We the future, we the future
(singer singing) If I ain't a thug why do I feel this way? Why does crime stay on my mind? And if you ain't a thug why do you front so bad? You're
singing in the salty breeze Spiders are filling out tax returns Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies On a private beach in Michigan Why can'
walk along with me Three 6 Mafia and Killa Klan Kaze (??) is what they had you send to me Can you like feel my breeze See fool breeze between them
settled round my waist Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never true Am I just a fading fire or a breeze
pitching a snow headed. Noo N-gga paint pictures with his fly repetition Don't I paint the perfect picture like its high definition I'm too Jurassic, a future
Autumn Breeze, a Spring Tease Summer days and winter nights The seasons change and that's a fact Is it not Domo Arigato, Danke, Merci? Mothers and daughters
up If she look like her, act like her, partner, let me hook it up Homie, you spite, yeah, your girl, she's a dime piece Nigga, now I know why you ain
many stories, and too many Nobody listens any more to the trees All moving too fast turning birds into bees Some say the hurricane will soon be a breeze
