[CHORUS] [DJ Supreme One cuts up] (On fire) (I heat it up) (I'm burnin up) (On fire) (Burn it up) (I'm burnin up) [VERSE 1] Everything I write is a
Koch and, glass and vodka I'm the independent kingpin, cocaine Koch Fo' thieve blow weed, plus sold O-Z Niggaz never son me, I was born O.G. fo' [Chorus
, and Fire singing reasons why I'm up early, trustworthy is a nine that bust early Sunshine on my grill, I spill Remi on imaginary graves, put my hat on
be fuck settin' every peace My shit to yo ass, I see, O, for my mob status I'ma lay low Representin' Legit Ballers and niggas biten the flow On the
times can I go to Mr. Chow tows no bull Hld up let me move a bowel I'll shit on ya'll niggers O.G. tell these boys (don't shit on my nigger) I'm way too
show me that them muthafuckas still gettin' rowdy I cut wit g's nigga, march playas, step wit me killas Come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies I'm a N O
somethin Can't you see what you do to me When your on your knees sucking me baby You know it, I'm a g and you a g So all other g's repeat after me [master
goin back to tha staff of chief I stand a better chance holdin court on the streets Watch how I mash on this white chump Front back side 2 side on a speed
if I'm gone g I guess I have to go g Just pour some liquor on the curb and remember me The b-i-g e-d, the real o.g. The ace that laid down and took a
s gonna blame There fore put freckles on your face like O P Cunningham That's why I'm watched by the feds and scoped by Uncle Sam (Yeah) Dope and hun'ed grams rope and hun'ed
peeps on the street You can fill it in your feet or bump it in your jeep From sea to shinning sea the rows of century Bend under Sicily I put it down for the G Feel the fire
jail It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years For some player hating snitching bitch And after 12 o'clock partner we going to handle this Put they heads on
on the street you can fill it in your feet or bump it in your Jeep From sea to shinning sea the rows of century Bend under Sicily I put it down for the G Feel the fire
cake Heckler Koch and, glass and vodka I'm the independent kingpin, cocaine Koch Fo' thieve blow weed, plus sold O-Z Niggaz never son me, I was born O.G
muthafuckin' bank account O.D.ed [(over dosed)] [Chorus 2X] Until then I'ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin' Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children Plottin' on
gettin' rowdy I cut wit G's nigga march playas, step wit me killas come wit me, real soldiers keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies!!! [Chorus: Silkk The Shocker] I'm a N-O
