Artist: Tony Touch f/ Flipmode Squad Album: The Piece Maker Song: Set it On Fire Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [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!) [Rampage] 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' [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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..