If you want it Come and get it Yeah ... 1,7 eagle, eagle Weezy my name Yup (?) fire fire Till no more flame left We da people who ya people told you
1-7 eagle eagle weezy my name yup he da he da fire fire turn up my flame left we the people we your people told you not to speak to peeps will leave you
earth to live and roam Christopher chose to explore Discovered America, yeah, sure He thought the planet was square Traveled many places but we already had been there We left tracks
the captains log Deep space mind, don't hate me Just make yours how I make mine, take time to stay tight And when times get messy like a cage fight We
lose The rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble The game that left
spin a quake nuclear blast Heavy on the cash, gimme what it takes now Rage, rock, roll, fight Brawl, fall, rumble Rage, rock, roll, fight Brawl, fall
, I feel the heat From my fire and there no return, I don't wanna, let's go (Go, here we go, watch your flow, graises) Go left, go right, go all day,
dream about How it seem like everyday was February 14 Cupid on beam, that arrow?s sting We were more than a fling We were more like a ring Only a left
movina?? so fast I could barely keep track Oh, of my offenses or your defenses In hindsight, I woulda, coulda, shoulda not gone there But left without
to fight It just don't matter who's wrong or right Load up your guns get a man in your sights This canyon's gonna feel the fire tonight We've been together
the face of all tyrants The fire burns on high As above so below, now be careful Until the end of time We will fight for the rights of our children The fire
But if you want it you got it you'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta We bump heads
bench Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched *sounds of fighting* Verse Two: Ghostface Killah So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck Tell Ra, Goldie left
down (No apology) We are not afraid (No apology) Not a drop of doubt Let's start this from the happy ending Just another white trash train-track kid Fighting
overdue, and plain to see, They say, we're standing firmly in the rain Simply waiting for it to stop they said, That we should build new umbrellas because we
zone That come back verbal assault rifle We fight like Stokely Carmichael Nope! We just like you We broke and ain't no tellin' what we might do ain't
