Fire

[Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah) {Trife Da God} 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 [Hook: 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 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 ya 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 Ultra violet rays, shorten his days, we left his blood streaming [Hook 2X]