TONY TOUCH - Set It On Fire lyrics

rate me

(feat. Flipmode Squad)

[Rock Marcy]

Rock Marcy, so stop spreddin out malarchy

My rap anarchy, blaze more wigs than Barbara Sharpsee

I'm a freakers army? Savage ya type, like Chaka Zulo, papi chulo

Not to be sulo, wilder than Kujo, you actin fool yo

Come on, swing 'em like a two-way, back to school

Rulership shit, bring them the newest, Tony Touch 'em, I fuck 'em

This fool, who can fuck with his dude

Check what the butler, I cut his ass up, somethin disgusting kid

My custom is, government cheese, chumpin them steez

Who's a monkey wrench, jumpin machines get in between, so it seem

It'll only cause a moment of scream

The super seed what I be sayin is like a king on his knees

I never fall, cuz the ring on my paw plead forgiveness

Loot for rightness, superstitious, bazooka hit his ass out

Break a suspicious, three sixes of cum

Anti religious, kill em off on the first try

[Chorus: Rah Digga, Busta Rhymes]

Flipmode Squad, there is none higher

You bitch ass niggas, should call Messiah

We won't stop rockin, until we retire

Let's blow the spot and set the muthafucka on fire

Aiyo let's turn the heat up (and set it on fire!)

Let's bring the noise my nigga (and set it on fire!)

And what the fuck ya niggas wanna do (and set it on fire!)

Go get the gas and the matches (and set it on fire!)


Ya niggas in the game, ya ain't go no press

Yo I go to Hillside and cop a V from Less

Me and Flip on the lot, in the green G.S.

Leathers is out, rims yo they be B.S.

T.V.'s in the dash, watchin C.B.S.

Later on watch the Knicks on T.B.S.

Rampage I'm the nigga, no second guess

Yo my beeper goes off, it's them shorties from out West

Call them back, hit them off on street jack

I let 'em know, how this real nigga polly that

I'm in my car yo, them honies in the Pontiac

How I dress, how I hustle, where the money at?

They love my rings, my watch, how I flooded that

Put that on my eggs and toast and just butter that

Flipmode, Tony Touch, son double that

Fuck around, shit gon double plat'


[Busta Rhymes]

Analyze the flavor, we bout to blaze ya, every move is major

Major paper, office space up in the skyscraper

Niggas on my crew dick, and need to get down

Frown, from when your crew was just a major let down

Official, sparkerly clear just like a glass crystal

Blast a pistol, that's when ya start to hear my missile whistle

Jesus, pledge of allegiance to the sole prestigious

With the antitote to make ya wanna bust ya heaters

Release this, I hope ya know that we about to freak this

Fuck discreteness, analyze every nigga weakness

Cut ya face up, then fuck the place up

Pass the L, without the coca lace up, let's pick the pace up

Stick the place up, then shake up, then click ya base up

Wrong move, we puncture everything from ya waist up

Blow the space up, while ya gaspin off ransom

Then get the dough and put an expansion on my mansion


[Rah Digga]

First and only female here to play my position

Make it hotter than the projects with no air conditioning

Honey petite, walk around with the screwface

Dip from the whip, on down to my shoelace

Can't see us, mommy sippin San Greas

Shotgun style will open up ya pancreas

Puff remix, hittin sponsor for free kicks

Bootleg ya shit with me spittin on the remix

Type shit like doin shows with a blind fold

Voicey Q. will blow a circuit out ya console

Fuckin wit how I spit, ain't gonna paper

Black hoody tight wit a teeny bit of makeup

No need to brag, my legislate speak

Nine nine dig the time to shine like Memph Bleek

Crown and half sheet, my white label leak

Tellin MC's to count eight weeks and say peace


[Outro: Pain In Da Ass as "Scarface"]

Ok, you wanna make a million fuckin dollars?

Ok, I tell Tony Touch to put out a fuckin mixtape

A mill here, a mill there

In fuckin 10 years, we fuckin buy this whole fuckin place, puto..

Get this song at:

Share your thoughts

0 Comments found