Holdin’ Fire

[Intro: DJ DMD]
Yeah
Yeah, that's right
That's right
I got a... the most hot!
Bun B, yeah
'Bout to droppin' on ya
Hol' up
Uh, come on, come on

[Verse 1: Lee Masta]
This city I live in ain't home to that many haters
Mostly motherfukas known for bein' playas
Not hoes' life saviours, rollin' on candy
Not plaguin' with bandanas, but they sayin' least dependent
Man, we need to skrill out wings, I got the juice
I'm holdin' like I should be bout to be lion jux
Quicker than Bruce, I'm feelin' stronger than Zeus
Rippin' nuts lutes, breakin' three, throwin' up the damn deuce
Now I call that put me in work
I'm underground: my foot, my ass and my dick in the dirt
I could't do shit, but come up with my pants down
The rap depression over field, brеathe and dance now
Welcomе to most hot 1-5
No hole in the soul outfit from that West Side
Fool, the best try all at the same time
But clowns don't cop on my five, the fire still shine!
So, if you grain, welcome to whip
Let your boy dryse eyes ride and get that swig be lit
I'm never stoppin' this shit, it's R.T.S. for life
A straight bullet ricochet done took my cousin Doug life
I go against the grain, 'cause at times it's necessary
I put it down in town out for myself to basket scary
A dark alley in that dark hood catch you
With your feet wet, now your ass gettin' drug
I'm holdin' fire

[Chorus: DJ DMD]
You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga
You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga
You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga
You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga

[Verse 2: Bun B]
One-once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme manimal, yeah, the young cannibal
B too motherfuckin' black, I'm untenable
And plan a fool scale attack, rip your back like I'm animal
And I pull a bad bitch, like I pull a G move
Off in, buy my yayo soffin', flip a key
Like a dolpin and tuna, hoe-ass conversation
Right out of my ear cosunder or later you're be the fune-
-ral or layer give me list and half of minute
I'll have you head spin it big breed winnin' buy so much killo
I keep it drag greeting from ear to ear keep rippin'
From year to year, gots to rep the for all those who slept
Bringin' from pin to pin I check your black ass off for that nigga
Who make you wanna flip, zip and blow diggin' the glass of
Blessed of 3-2-1 contact take off
Not jake off, it's just a lil' suck my head to break off, fool

[Chorus: DJ DMD]
You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga
You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga
You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga
You don't wanna fuck with us, my nigga

[Outro: DJ DMD]
Yeahhh, that's right
DMD
The most hot
Bun B
We puttin' it down
Lettin' you, motherfuckas, kwow
My nigga, you don't wanna fuck with us
South, daddy, put it out, hmm
P.A.-uh, P.A.-uh