Letras:
The Letter Black Fire With Fire

more common ground, common ground You broke the only golden rule Fire with fire Fire with fire Fire with fire Fire with fire And now it's on, we're fighting Fire with fire

thousand the first week... UHHH! [Fat Joe] All these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them niggaz lyin still up in stiff cases Within

you down with a weapon My goonies get looney anytime that I tell 'em Dead 'em! I walk around with stacks in my denim With fast foreign cars with the gator

feel Weezy like a mouthful of hot peppers black Ferrari with the red seats I call it playin checkers Im never doing verses Im forever giving lectures if youre tryna meet with

as black as the devil It's alright! Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh! Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh! Crossed wires, sparking a little Start a house fire with us in the

the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort Odd Future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang With a white box logo with a couple stains From the black

which he hands to ANDRE, who opens it and reads): ANDRE "Dear Andre, Re my orchestrations: We need another first bassoon. Get a player with tone - and

last forever my people throw me green pain in every letter la la la la la la la la la and thats whats im gonna do while they out spendin and layin with

the Ukraine Check the blue flame, lighter runnin' out of butane What's up with my destructive urge that's unproductive? Choices I'm stuck with now startin' to fuck with