(feat. Trife Da God)<br />
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Don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire!<br />
(Whooo, smoking, smoking, smoking them Marley Marl's<br />
Smile, smoking, them Marley Marl's now be smoking<br />
Uh huh uh huh, smoking, light them Marley up nigga, you<br />
Smoking) {yeah, yo}<br />
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[Trife Da God]<br />
When you motherfuckin' ducks gonna learn, that you playin' with fire<br />
Nigga, everything I touch, I burn<br />
When I spark and that fire heat up, you better run<br />
To the nearest telephone and call the fire chief up<br />
Cuz I'm hazard, causin' disorder on your recorder<br />
So run along with your little buckets of water<br />
There's not a nigga that can doubt my game or doust my flame<br />
I'm know to cause a panic when you shout my name<br />
Fire, you damn right, nigga, I bang pipes<br />
It's not a fucking room in this building I can't light<br />
I'm the definition when you mix heat with friction<br />
When I walk through I set off all sprinkler systems<br />
I'm that kid with the firey flow, the firey glow<br />
Adjust the mic levels or the wires will blow<br />
New York's bravest, meet the man who inspired the pro's<br />
Throw on your fireproof bombers and admire the show, let's go<br />
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[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Trife Da God]<br />
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting<br />
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (nigga)<br />
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting<br />
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (uh)<br />
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting<br />
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (yeah)<br />
Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting<br />
Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (let's go)<br />
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[Ghostface Killah]<br />
Peep the barcode, leave the booth, wrapped it in charcoal<br />
Sippin' on firewater, plus I keep a cigar rolled<br />
The human torch, special effects, cannons is shootin' off<br />
Leave body bags full of ashes, we ain't no move to cost<br />
Spit flammable bars, I got a whooping cough<br />
Scarlet red, six forty five, with the dual exhaust<br />
My barrel blow like dodgers, pop one in your rider<br />
And cause a meltdown at One Police Plaza<br />
I'm the opposite of aqua, hotter than a plate of pasta<br />
I'm the reason LaMar Odom was traded off the roster<br />
The hot stepper, crushing ya niggaz like hot pepper<br />
The forty cal' squeeze a nigga, my heaters apply pressure<br />
In the kitchen with the gun steaming, six hundred degrees<br />
Feeling like you in the desert with the sun beaming<br />
You can't block me with the sun screening<br />
Ultra violet rays, shorten his days, we left his blood streaming<br />
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[Chorus 2X]