Letras
And, You know I'm back nigga, with a vengeance
Why you looking so offended?
Ka-Flame, still the realest, you done heard
Dropping fire music, that's the shit, that they preferred
Released another album, I must really hit a nerve
Talking down on my name, that's insane, and absurd
(Till their brains, on that curb)
Fiending for a war, like they really got the urge
Spend the night killing, like we living in a purge
All I do is hit the streets, and give the word
About a hundred deep, we ain't coming to observe
Thinking shit sweet, like some honey, mixed with syrup
I'm in the studio, so do not disturb
Excuse me, as I swerve, in that left lane
Who it be? muthafucka no one else but Flame
Giving game, as I break them off proper
Killing lames, then the fakes, and imposters
Flow sick, gotta take it, to the doctor
Rising to the top, ain't no way, you bout to stop us
Giving game, as I break them off proper
Killing lames, and them fakes, and imposters
Flow sick, gotta take it, to the doctor
Rising to the top, ain't no way, you bout to stop us, nigga
Got them building barricades, just to block us
Sealing up them doors, yea them ho's, trying to lock us
Out this game, cause we came, for the cash
Saying we to blame, taking aim, then we blast
Ain't it strange, how they flash, all the money in our face
On this paper chase, got us running, in this race
Catch them lacking, getting punished, and disgraced
Gotta keep it honest, ain't it funny, how they placed
Them haters in position, just giving them, the power
Now we loading up, and we gone hit them, every hour
I'm talking every minute, every second, getting drastic
Killing with them tactics, conceal them, in a casket, bitch
Giving game, as I break them off proper
Killing lames, then the fakes, and imposters
Flow sick, gotta take it, to the doctor
Rising to the top, ain't no way, you bout to stop us
Giving game, as I break them off proper