Lighters Up

[Verse 1] Put your lighters up, put your rifles up Baby dropping hot shit, stuff some diapers up Honies like this stuff, they like it nice and rough I got the nicest stuff, I drove my prices up I like to fuck If you like it rough I might invite you up Polite invite ya muff (?) Listen female we can slice the blunt Do what we want Like life is fun Big Baby, that's that special delivery Head get greedy when there's checks in periphery Sex with some women sections of Italy Next with text who's the best, don't consider me Rap Picasso, I'm an artist with it I'm the hardest with it, I'm at the art exhibit Spit the hardest lyrics at your harshest critics Best show on Earth, you should've bought some tickets For real though, you could've caught some crickets All through the town, not a crew made a sound Not a team made a peep, not a scene made a weep Big Fucking Baby thinking money in my sleep And a lot of rap cats think it's funny till I creep Fuck around and leave like one of the elite Biggie, Big Pun, Big L, and Big Baby I'm the best rapper's how I spit it to your lady Hit them with the nice break, turn up the 808 Drop down a couple bars sounding like it's 88 Screaming at the ADA To let Ja Rule out Queens till I die That's my scene till I fry Purple Urkle on my team, that's why my wins high Get a couple dollars then wave my friends bye Lounging with some models, drinking out some bottles Strike a batter out like my (?) Mariano's Now I take swings at Queens, I'm Mike Piazza Talking shit all day like I just drank a manga [Verse 2] Put your lighters up, put your heat down Gandhi preaching non-violence in the streets now Erase the pay schism, erase racism Praise race relations, blaze the haze with them Young Casey Kasem, sicker than an AIDS victim Dropped his middle name out when the planes hit them Government tag, Nafis bin Islam It means that I've been on these streets for this long Punches with this arm, punches with this arm Now my wrist strong, write (?) See the streets is like a boxing ring But you should save fist and cuffs for the cops and things Every year damn another Amadou Diallo The crew do what they want to do, Diablo Knowledge with the understanding Y'all know Walk down the block slow Stir a melting pot low