[Intro:]
Yeah, Big H
Fire and Smoke, I run this rap shit
Yeah
[Verse 1:]
Our school , 2pac, Biggie Smalls
All my connects are bloody criminals
Armed robbers, I'm talking hard shotters
Man out in Birmingham, cousins and my half brothers
Never gonna change, any funny games
On the road, get the ting from Whalley Range
That is hot, rah, fuck a pop star
Pull the AK out on niggers, au revoir
Oh you a wise guy? Well this is drive by
Ten shots through the window, bye bye
The drug war? Fuck the drug law
Call me 2 key, eight, or one draw
Can't blast H, I'm like Scarface
Gold medal, on a level you are last place
Won't eat, my cats won't eat
Shotty on the side, 45 when I go sleep
What do you wanna hear? What do you wanna hear?
How I had the gear stuffed in my underwear?
Had to flip the pies, my coke was crystalised
Fifty notes in your eyes
Biggie Smalls, hyptonized
What do you wanna know?
What do you wanna know?
How I had to rob niggers for some other dough?
This ain't a class, this is Class A
I didn't make much, H had a hard day
Aim shots at the enemy, niggers gonna dive like they're saving a penalty
I'm getting high off the weed, no Hennessy
You're gonna die, no need for the jealousy
Check my phone calls, I've got no rules
Feds tryna listen to my phone calls
In no time, fiends wanna smoke mine
New number, what's the phone line?
[Outro:]
I don't wanna rap, I don't wanna rap
I don't wanna rap, I don't wanna rap
I don't wanna rap, I don't wanna rap
I don't wanna rap, I don't wanna rap
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