Fuego

[Intro: Styles P]

Yeah yeah, D-Block

Tony Toca, L.O.X., Sheek Louch

[Interlude: Tony Touch scratching]

("L.O.X.")("Kiss")

("Sheek Louch, y'all ain't go no heart")

("S.P.")

[Verse 1: Styles P]

Ayo, here's why I'm willing to die and take no shit

Fuck the whole world and I'm willing to ride

Like, here's why I'm willing to slide: too many niggas phony

Shit is getting lonely, blowing my high

And like, here's why I'm willing to cry: I feel furious

And I'm getting curious what Heaven is like

And like, fact why I'm willing to die, 'cause y'all not

And I've always been the opposite for most of my life

You know, P'll be the Ghost of the ciph'

And understand that I'll cut you from ear to ear to hit most of your pipe

I'll leave niggas D.O.A. for three whole days

Twenty niggas in your projects, P don't play

Hank niggas like the Sugar Hill

I'm the example and the definition, so you could understand the hood is real

You lost your man, how would you feel?

We don't give a fuck! I just told you that the hood was real

[Chorus: Jadakiss]

What up? All y'all could get touched

D-Block, nigga, what (D-BLOCK!)

Parking lot or in front of the store

Ask yourself, who want war? (What up?)

[Interlude: Tony Touch scratching]

("The LOX")("Doing their thing")("Kiss")

("Tony Touch")("We back")

("Sheek Louch, y'all ain't got no heart")

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]

Yo, why you ice-grilling me, like your jaw won't break?

I put knives in like candles—piece of cake

When my shit pop, it's over—next, the wake

You where duck niggas be found—next to lake

I let it off in broad day

With the hammer, I make movies, just like a matinee

We could talk but I don't feel like it; plus I'm not psychic

And I won't know what you'll do if I don't hit you first

I'll watch your muh'fuckin' melon burst

I'll put bombs underneath your hearse—fuck the funeral!

Sheek that nigga that live for beef

How I flow, I spit like I'm missing teeth

I'm a problem, like the youth division in jail

Hardheaded, and my knife work, forget it, uh

I could pack up and leave right now

But that's after I cock back and gun you down, bitch

[Chorus: Jadakiss]

What up? All y'all could get touched

D-Block, nigga, what (D-BLOCK!)

Parking lot or in front of the store

Ask yourself, who want war? (What up?)

[Interlude: Tony Touch scratching]

("Kiss")

("Sheek, baby, my style…")

("Holiday Styles, motherfucker, giving you hell…")

("LOX, muh'fucka, the ox won't…")

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]

Ayo, I split niggas like Cohibas and Dutches

And cop shotguns the size of crutches

Sheek be off the hook, whatever Tony touches

Sheek and S.P. put the guns to 'em

Ayo, Kiss, take it all off they fuckin' wrist

And let them know where we at so they could buy it back

And come dolo 'fore I hit 'em with the fuckin' Mac

Y'all little niggas want work? Come get a fuckin' pack

[Verse 4: Styles P]

S.P. from the D-Block Gang, boss of the boss

Contract killer, plus he got 'caine

Don't you ever try to front, nigga, he got aim

He in a 4-point-6 but he got Range

Might hear the gun clicks then we got brains

Tell Sheek "It's bullshit," he could leave that chain

Plus his head is still bleeding, so leave that lane

Remember the last time and the police that came

[Interlude]

What? Fuego, motherfuckers! Tony Toca

[Chorus: Jadakiss]

What up? All y'all could get touched

D-Block, nigga, what (D-Block!)

Parking lot or in front of the store

Ask yourself, who want war? (What up?)

[Interlude: Tony Touch scratching]

("L.O.X.")("Tony Touch")("Doing their thing")

("And y'all scared, I could tell...")

[Outro]

Motherfuckers, pull your guns out

"Working late tonight, doctor?"

"Are you doing okay? I mean, you haven't been sleeping much"

"Stood up late nights, stood up late nights

Stood up late nights, late nights, late nights"