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Artist/Band: Half
Lyrics for Song: Fires In Hell
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Half



Half-A-Mill]

It ain't right, if it ain't rough, gettin paid's a must

We made of bucks, even the player's hate us

Is it the way we shine Gordiere gear since '89

And shorty wit diamonds from South African mines

Now it's '99, nearly 2 G, still in coogie

Crib wit Jacuzzi, it is in the movie

I take a shit, grippin the uzi

Plan to make it rich, smoothly, on the low

Fuck a newbee, on the run like Kool G.

Marijuana twist, camouflage six

On some hard shit, charge like a platinum card, kid

Enter the wild life, Crystal life, I'd rather die twice

Before I eat, four chicken wings and fried rice

Yo dunn, we high price, windows of the world

White wine type, I don't like swine type

No bullshit weed, strictly chronic to light

Bionic wit mics, seeing shit with astronomical sight, tropical night

Laid up, after the fight, lobster cocktail Million

Land like alien, in Roswell

Fly as hell, mad clientele, light up a L

Hot enough to cause fires in hell, fires in hell



[Chorus]

Fire (fire), burnin (burnin)

It's like fire (fire), burnin (burnin)

It's like fire (fire), burnin (burnin)

Hot enough to cause fires in hell, fires in hell



[Half-A-Mill]

Stupid reefer, still rock Gucci sneakers

Ill, your chick will kill for the phone, if I beep her

I ain't a player, I just get buffed a lot

Somethin hot, mustard drop, headed up top

On the lee-lo, we know, niggas don't want us to see dough

See us flossin, you swear to God we rob Tito's

Car paid for, smack the shit outta the repo

Every verse is kilos, in the streets yo

Thoroughbred exquisite, escalate mega digits

Head twisted, on the reg, by vet bitches

Super fly son, move wit my gun, born on the run

More to come, all in one, luxurious fallen one

Notorious baller, dunn, peep the prognosis

I be the high explosive, burnin bushes like I was Moses

Higher dosage, chocolate roasted

Major team, without a coach kid, chrome toast shit



[Chorus]



[Half-A-Mill]

Project general, wise criminal

Five percenter too, biochemical, nine emeralds

Rubies, so fire, who be the most higher?

Insult liars, don't try us, get your coke tied up

Throat tied up, we lay til the coke dry up

Race like relays, day and night in V.A.

You want a key and yay, see A

You ain't got the dough we spray, fuck the D.A.

Truck breeze away, material world

Big guns, wit scratched serial world

My cats put an end to your world

Twisted ya girl, hack spit and pissed on ya girl

Cuz she's the freak at night, back seat of the jeep type

Holdin heat type, New World Order of the edomites

War over water, Babylon Six, we the light

We the life givin forces, in this fortress

Of hidden forces, design to trick and torture



[Chorus 3X]


Album Lyrics: Other Songs - Half


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"Other Songs - Half"


1. Da Hustle Don't Stop
2. Fires In Hell
3. N.Y.C.
4. Still
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