Various Artists - We All Can Get it On lyrics

(*whispered*) Strike the match Flame-on motherf**ers My gun, I aim lower My words is a flame thrower Watch me end yall with somthing That'll make your skin crawl Im only yae' tall, kay y'all? But I lay down law And I lay down y'all, so y'all better praise(a) the lord No room to breath. Knowin shh And the sh** I spit be red and orange And yall going to have to call it in like bomb threats Cuz I'm fire but, when I wet yall your gonna be drenched Laid up with ten, cause when I pull it out I pull in shouts like BLOW! Damn that sh** was loud! See the crowd? They all seek cover when they see that black rubber Because this cat here, got no sisters or no brothers It was one alone Covered with shellack ready to die black Lets talk about guns, and how y'all don't bust none Thease n***as here, y'all doing lest busting lot of ducking Maybe a lot of f**ing, cause all y'all bust is nuts Just give me room, nobody move, or yall gonna hear the boom If yall can get it on, then we can get it on We all can get it on... (x3) FLAME-ON MUTHERfu*kERS(x2) Ya n***as packin gats and stones, frontin on your man's phone Ya n***as missed the ride, cause this n***a make ya moan Cause when I pull out its like AIDS, I make sure its full blown And before the grief (kiss kiss), kiss him on both cheeks Let him think theres peace And give him somthing to remember Corpse stiff, hands cold, and body temperature December Sneakers off, closed casket, blew his cheek off By the way be careful who you speak of Cuz I by the wall in the back, guaranteed and all that While y'all in all black When I leave the place, drop the reef, in his moms lap Motherf**ers... soon as y'all think your beef is sweet I'm gonna lay in the streets And let y'all n***as throw quarters on me Can you spare change for your life? Change for what? Thats when I pop up With somthing long, and put somthing in his a** like a thong I dont know what you thought I'm gonna do you like I do a Newport In sec-onds kid, smoke it to Brownsville and step on it Hook I'm straigh housing sh** Yeah, ya n***as is ballers But I'm the n***a bouncin' it If Ruff Ryders is announcing it Ya know we get down for it, want every ounce of it I don't care if it's counterfeit, since this is music How we sound with it? Dont forget, we bust rhymes for it Skip town for it, get under the ground for it So n***a, dont ignore it Unless your a** is deaf This is gonna be your last breath Your last S. and S. check With your hands crossed over your chest I dont give a f** What ever I gotta take care, I get it done If its money, I owe nobody Except a few hot ones And if your 18 and under, this here's your last test And I'm gonna teach you in the cla** With the past tense, lil ba*tards C is for cla** or for casket. So get your books up And if your doe is low, that C better mean for Cook Up Dont tell me that you shook up You know I keep my stacks tall So that you gotta look up, and maybe we can hook up But you know what? Then you woke up Some body smoked you smoke up You know what that mean You broke, and you 'bout to get broke up Hook (out)