On Fire

[Production by Erick Sermon] (Them bitches swear they fly...) "We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy.." [Verse 1: Redman] Hahha Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up Sharper than your double-edger, watch me carve shit up Live and direct, respect it to the underground connect Pah!! I'm wreckin any MC you select Yo E, load me in your gun, light the flares Give me forty-eight bars, and I go out like Ganz and Billy Bear Wear and tear, I'm wreckin for the Bricks I swear Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere Conjunction junction what's your function It's that nigga who's so swift I could lose a compass Step into jams, with seven niggas in a Land And forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravan Drop the Fahrenheit back down to zero Bring Heat to the streets like Al Pacino and De Niro Raw dog material, grand imperial Talk to my shotty nigga, my ears ain't hearin' you [Hook] "We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy.." ("We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy..") So take heed to what I'm saying Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nukkas ain't playing ("We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy..") (As we proceed) (I'm on fire) Rockin' on, Redman rockin' on [Verse 2: Redman] Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe? You shot first, your Glock burst, but it graze me Now time for lyrics, put up your guns And watch me get this shit hoppin like the West was won Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken heads Crowd your Rap City committee like I'm Big Lez More sicker than them Menendez brothers You need Cochran when you're fuckin with Judge Dredd Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina ass Hookers ridin dick, like I'm a motorcycle You wanna shine bitch? Let me Simoniz you I make sure your vision blur, till you don't know what occurred Until I black out every nerve Foul women get served as chicken head hors d'ouerves I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!! Hah, if you still look up in the sky I'm still high All the way live like Lakeside Wan' die? E (whattup son), you got this beat bumpin' The way I feel niggas ain't leave until they up in somethin' Pack my dutch like the niggas in the county Dayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc Illuminati Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me (Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante) [Hook] ("We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy..") (As we proceed) ("We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy..") So take heed to what I'm saying Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nukkas ain't playing ("We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy..") (As we proceed) (I'm on fire) Rockin' on, Redman rockin' on [Verse 3: Redman] To my people in the back, if you're not the wack, say Don't stop, the body rock To my people in the front, if you're tokin on blunts, say Don't stop, the body rock... aoowwwwwowwwww I'm too strong for you to listen I started spittin, that's why the brick niggas be lickin Face stay on magazine printing equipments And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your bitch went I'm smokin leaky out the Lec-y, fatal My Squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat My muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crack For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes back Buddy, bringin money to your girl For your little daughter like I'm Cutty Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote it I see you noticed how I leave microphones corroded Hahahahaha, your staff not up to par You raw? You more like Zsa Zsa Gabor Call deep niggas, keep the gas pedal floored And I pump the funk to keep a room and board {​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​*record scratches, rooster cackles*}​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​