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Give Me Fire

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Smoke and fire are burning bright, we'll set the tinderbox alight. Rising from the ashes the phoenix lives, life and death the red flame gives. Give me fire, on which I feed, give me fire, 'cus it's a need. Real fine, I can tell, real fine really burns in hell. Take a breath the heat surmounts, your mind wanders, you have your doubts. Brain goes numb, in the heat, body glows, you cling to your seat. It's on my head if I burn, sit next to me and take your turn. Don't blame the flame by which I'm fuelled, one day by fire we'll all be ruled.


[Intro] It's eight o'clock here in Kingston, Jamaica The Kingston police have issued an APB Out for wanted criminal Rostacious Johnson He has last been seen headed towards The United States of America or Canada If you have any info please call us right away [Hook: Ro Dolla] I was a gangsta, Livin' my life hustlin' on the block, with no food to eat Rollin' with them prankstas Settin' the streets on fire with the heat I had no choice as a gangsta, Livin' my life hustlin' on the block, with no food to eat Rollin' with them prankstas Settin' the streets on fire with the heat [Kardinal Offishall] Aiyyo, stepped off the edge of 'maica at the age of ten Landed at the Dot airport, comin' out of May pen Raised by his grandmama, until his real mama Could send for the youth, and reunite, aiight So now he's growin' up exposed to the ghetto limelight No pops (nope) plus his moms got to work nights Moonlightin' as a janitor, to make bread for the two All the while he's growin' up, runnin' with a crew It started off tryin' to make a little extra creamer But then it turned to pushin' rocks, savin' for the Beamer Told his moms he got a job workin' in the trade At a local grease monkey, that's how he's gettin' paid And that's how he got the deal on the black man wagon Moms thought it was suspect, but she's still braggin' To her kin about "How he come home and grow right" All the while he's wildin' out, money starts pilin' now The next crew saw the flex and start red eye Jealous of the way them niggas hustle, Til he get a little muscle, uh huh, bust a bunch of shots There my nigga laid, really holdin' down the block That nigga gangsta [Hook: Ro Dolla] [Kardinal Offishall] Aiyyo, six weeks in intensive, holdin' on to prayers On the seventh, he was back on his back in the west wing His man done came visiting, in his ear whispering How the block was hot, and there was 'nuff shots whistling Another week and he was back on his feet Discharged, ready to get back and hit the street Moms was still working overtime, clueless to the real About how his son was livin' in the hood packin' steel Pushin' coke - no joke - them cats wanted retaliation Word got back, about who led the slaughter One nigga named Blaka, real name Elroy Next day (Boom) +What Happened to That Boy?+ For the next three months my man stayed on the low Told his moms he wasn't workin' cause the garage was slow But just as he tried to resurface on the strip Someone on the turf called 222-TIPS [Hook: Ro Dolla] [Kardinal Offishall] Now my man locked up, and had to sweat inside a jail Cause his man done fled the scene, and moms couldn't afford bail The trial came and went, his mother cried "Discrimination!" Said the judge didn't know her son He said he knew him too well, he'd seen him there before Turned the cheek cryin', now he feels he's on fire Got burned by the same liquour, quit talkin' fresh He doesn't know how to act, so now he got to go back My man got dipped, sent right back to May pen Grandma didn't want him, now family wouldn't take him He thought about work, but he said "F that!" He got a fake passport and just came right back [Hook x2: Ro Dolla] [Outro] It is a sunny day here in Jamaica Unfortunately we have bad news to report Rostacious Johnson was apprehended in Canada And suffered fatal wounds to the back of the head Rest in peace my brother Anyways, in tomorrow's news...

The Flame

Venerea "Both Ends Burning"
This night came fast Thought it never would Thought you'de be the last I could cling to when things got hard In true or false need Tonight I have a fire That I want you to feed The more I drink The more I burn The waste of nuclear waste We know but never learn And your lips are bitter sweet Like yesterday's wine But I'm 1.000 miles behind My fire is licking you now Will you put out or let it glow Salt 'round the rim I'll fill you to the brim Fill you 'till you're as empty as me I'll take you down I'll bring you down Untill we feel We're lost and found And at dawn when we awake our illusions start to break And the flame has turned to ash We're not lovers Hardly friends Thrown out This endeavour ends We're yesterdays trash Trash for the flame

Rainy Nights

Nights can easily go The morning sun, a lover so A cup of tea still held tight in her hand And tomorrow'll best just like yesterday Taken by promises She's just begun to feel the heat From the fire, and so Crazy thoughts out of control Somewhere else away from home An angel's kiss, the fresh breeze on her face Closed her eyes and walked into the haze ... And fade away Taken by promises She's just begun to feel the heat From the fire Burning herself and her soul Fade away, fade away Scenes from yesterday seem so far away 'Til the day they'll return again Taken by promises She's just begun to feel the heat From the fire Burning herself and her soul So understand, my friend Sometimes there's rain, Sometimes there's breeze Fanning the fire, and so ... Burns herself back to dust Brings the hope and the love Sews the end of the rope Gets us further somehow Away from home and from all Thoughts dancing out of control Turning the stones into gold Leading to planets unknown Blowing the fire and so I promise I won't let you go þø

Don't Let The Fire Die

Chapman Steven Curtis "The Great Adventure"
I can still feel the prayers you prayed for me all those years And I see now more than ever what a difference they have made And I can still hear your words spoken from a heart of great concern Saying keep your eyes on Jesus and love Him more than anything And I've watched the wind blow hard against you And I've seen your faith get weakened by the pain And I want you to know that I will be praying for you to hold on CHORUS Don't let the fire die The flame has been dimmed by the tears that you've cried But I can still see the spark of His love in your eyes So don't let the fire, please don't let the fire die This heavy weight you carry around Of letting yourself and everybody down Is pouring water on the passion that used to burn so bright Well I know you've got your reasons for resentment And I know it's more than I can understand So just let me say that I'm gonna be praying for you To let it all go CHORUS Don't let the fire die The flame has been dimmed by the tears that you've cried But I can still see the spark of His love in your eyes BRIDGE I'm not praying for the fire to burn the way it did before 'Cause I believe the one who started this flame in your heart He wants to give you more So don't let the fire die (Chorus)

Bad Boy For Life (Remix)

P. DIDDY "We Invented The Remix"
(feat. Busta Rhymes & M.O.P.) [Intro: P. Diddy (Busta Rhymes)] Stick 'em up! As we proceed Stick em up motherfuckers! To give you what you need Put your hands in the air It's star time (Bring the fire along, c'mon) We still here (Bring the fire along, c'mon) It's star time (Bad Boy, M.O.P., Busta Rhymes) Motherfuckers Yeah, c'mon [P. Diddy] I'm the definition of - fuck it y'all already know I stack heavy doe, sell out every show It'll never die, we live And we gon stay big time 'til it's time to see Big (B.I.G. forever!) Get a grip, Bad Boy never slip We, runnin strips while y'all runnin lips Haters wanna stop my lute They don't want me wearing Sean John, they want me wearing lawn suits P.D. increase the heat in ya streets Keep ya tapes on rewind, CD's on repeat My mental, more older, jewellery, more colder Got a lot like its '97 all over You know what I came to do; change the rules Even when I stand still I'm makin moves I, paid my dues as soon as I stepped in P. Diddy a.k.a. News at Eleven [Chorus 2x] Throw your hands up in the air now We're gonna hit you with the heat For the streets Throw your hands up in the air now We won't stop It's Bad Boy For Life [Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)] M.O.P.! Catch me walking on the wildness side of your block Yo, I bang mine, niggas showing me hood love throwing up gang signs (Yo, is that who I think it is) You see it, Brooklyn Military remains in blazin Respect our hood because the clove is a ghetto But niggas start switchin like hoes in stilettos (It's Lil' Fame and them!) Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville We still bangin 'em! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! [Billy Danze (Lil' Fame)] Sound the alarm It's the First Family and we're back to drop bombs, boom! (Napalm) Nuke those justice, it's the worlds, famous, fast Caress' street Vow, to keep the homies proud in the street To make our music loud and stomp over beats Like (ba ba bom bom ba bom bom!) There you go! Yeah, we ain't goin nowhere [Chorus 2x] [Busta Rhymes] Niggas put a hundred grand up Stand up, before I stick your bitch-ass you better put your hands up Hate if you want and front like you ain't wit it, nigga I bust your motherfucking head with a skillet, nigga More rugged nigga, heat for the track I'm like a Pick-up Truck with broken concrete in the back Now let me add a couple G's to the stack I know we got you dumb and how we put this together And run when you didn't even see it coming Back the fire armor and pop your car Nigga watch me shatter your windshield with a rock guitar We be them zero tolerance niggas I'll turn on your ass, bitch And melt you niggas like a fire, burnin yo' ass bitch Relax bitch, the fact is we trifil with heat With cycles with lyrics right from the street I'm sayin 'AS WE COME THROUGH, PUT THE SHIT DOWN' Soldiers get up, faggot niggas need to sit down, what [Chorus 2x]

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