Set It On Fire

Tony Touch

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    [Rock Marcy]

    Rock Marcy, so stop spreddin out malarchy

    My rap anarchy, blaze more wigs than Barbara Sharpsee

    I'm a freakers army? Savage ya type, like Chaka Zulo, papi chulo

    Not to be sulo, wilder than Kujo, you actin fool yo

    Come on, swing 'em like a two-way, back to school

    Rulership shit, bring them the newest, Tony Touch 'em, I f**k
    'em

    This fool, who can f**k with his dude

    Check what the butler, I cut his ass up, somethin disgusting kid

    My custom is, government cheese, chumpin them steez

    Who's a monkey wrench, jumpin machines get in between, so it
    seem

    It'll only cause a moment of scream

    The super seed what I be sayin is like a king on his knees

    I never fall, cuz the ring on my paw plead forgiveness

    Loot for rightness, superstitious, bazooka hit his ass out

    Break a suspicious, three sixes of cum

    Anti religious, kill em off on the first try

    [Chorus: Rah Digga, Busta Rhymes]

    Flipmode Squad, there is none higher

    You bitch ass niggas, should call Messiah

    We won't stop rockin, until we retire

    Let's blow the spot and set the muthaf**ka on fire

    Aiyo let's turn the heat up (and set it on fire!)

    Let's bring the noise my nigga (and set it on fire!)

    And what the f**k ya niggas wanna do (and set it on fire!)

    Go get the gas and the matches (and set it on fire!)

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    [Rampage]

    Ya niggas in the game, ya ain't go no press

    Yo I go to Hillside and cop a V from Less

    Me and Flip on the lot, in the green G.S.

    Leathers is out, rims yo they be B.S.

    T.V.'s in the dash, watchin C.B.S.

    Later on watch the Knicks on T.B.S.

    Rampage I'm the nigga, no second guess

    Yo my beeper goes off, it's them shorties from out West

    Call them back, hit them off on street jack

    I let 'em know, how this real nigga polly that

    I'm in my car yo, them honies in the Pontiac

    How I dress, how I hustle, where the money at?

    They love my rings, my watch, how I flooded that

    Put that on my eggs and toast and just butter that

    Flipmode, Tony Touch, son double that

    F**k around, shit gon double plat'

    [Chorus]

    [Busta Rhymes]

    Analyze the flavor, we bout to blaze ya, every move is major

    Major paper, office space up in the skyscraper

    Niggas on my crew dick, and need to get down

    Frown, from when your crew was just a major let down

    Official, sparkerly clear just like a glass crystal

    Blast a pistol, that's when ya start to hear my missile whistle

    Jesus, pledge of allegiance to the sole prestigious

    With the antitote to make ya wanna bust ya heaters

    Release this, I hope ya know that we about to freak this

    F**k discreteness, analyze every nigga weakness

    Cut ya face up, then f**k the place up

    Pass the L, without the coca lace up, let's pick the pace up

    Stick the place up, then shake up, then click ya base up

    Wrong move, we puncture everything from ya waist up

    Blow the space up, while ya gaspin off ransom

    Then get the dough and put an expansion on my mansion

    [Chorus]

    [Rah Digga]

    First and only female here to play my position

    Make it hotter than the projects with no air conditioning

    Honey petite, walk around with the screwface

    Dip from the whip, on down to my shoelace

    Can't see us, mommy sippin San Greas

    Shotgun style will open up ya pancreas

    Puff remix, hittin sponsor for free kicks

    Bootleg ya shit with me spittin on the remix

    Type shit like doin shows with a blind fold

    Voicey Q. will blow a circuit out ya console
    F**kin wit how I spit, ain't gonna paper
    Black hoody tight wit a teeny bit of makeup
    No need to brag, my legislate speak
    Nine nine dig the time to shine like Memph Bleek
    Crown and half sheet, my white label leak
    Tellin MC's to count eight weeks and say peace

    [Chorus]

    [Outro: Pain In Da Ass as 'Scarface']
    Ok, you wanna make a million f**kin dollars?
    Ok, I tell Tony Touch to put out a f**kin mixtape

    A mill here, a mill there
    In f**kin 10 years, we f**kin buy this whole f**kin place, puto...

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