with Seeds and stems in the bag nigga, who got it? Who got that fire? Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher? (I wanna know) Who got that fire
Übersetzung: Teufel. Who Got The Fire.
for the record [Chorus: All (Fiend)] I'm a smoker Who got that fire? Won't you pass me the green so I get higher? (Fiend wanna know) Who got that fire
's trouble Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember I used to fiend
: [2Pac] (hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel
I'll be the victim of them bastards I'm loosin hope, they got me stressin, can the Lord forgive me Got the spirit of a thug in me Another sip of that
at the county jail Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what do I do in these county blues Gettin battered and bruised by the you know who And
back seat But I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend My homie panicked ("I'm out") he tried to run (Freeze nigga!) I heard a bullet fire from the cop's
dope, watch it go out the door O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life The fiends just fiendin
m a 'bout to start wylin' I got bricks of that Peruvian A though face medicine, sniff that in doughs, that's a dope fiends regimen Range Rover, game over
ll go outside for some fresh air maybe, it's 3 oclock in the night, the block is on fire, took my nigga bottle for a swig oh the fire, he told he just
shoes Do the speed limit nigga watch out for the light Pussy ass niggas gotta watch out for the dikes Seventeen fire yeah nigga I'm set Seventeen fire
on my money while I'm clappin at ya'll [Jadakiss] I got niggas in jail crack in the hood hustle in south fiends and customers that run in your house I got
bail, piss test failed Got parole on us, then wanna roll on us I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets
hand's itching Got me looking through the eye of the scope, and real killas move smooth With a quiet approach, silencers on the tools when they fire the
: (After the smoke is done) Yo Yeah (Tang-o-Phonics) yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what (Number one) Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas (After
my wills Full time with the grind, like nine on the limb Lone Ranger, so I don't conspire with them Got men that'll fire the sem', see me sliding with
kung fu fighting] [Inspectah Deck:] It's the sound of the slums, drama with drums You pop shots with the corks, cause a problem for some Got the whole
