fire falling

wasn't nothing but thugs

threw yo ass in first

now they want a nigga to go to war

south side

know what i'm talkin bout?

yeah

yeah

we gon' blow this bitch up

man we still comin down

and we still grippin the grain

they send us off to war

and they don't even know my name

fire fallin from the sky

my lord. fire fallin from the sky

my lord. heeey

we still comin down

and we still grippin the grain

they send us off to war

and they don't even know my name

fire fallin from the sky

my lord. fire fallin from the sky

my lord. heeey

hennessy sippin;

pop the clip in

cock it and bust

the shit they doin dirt

ain't got nothing to do with us

man we grippin grain

this ain't bout peace

this all bout change

this all bout oil

ya'll fake like fronts that filled with foil

they make my blood boil

buddy

yeah

we under arms

i swear to god

somethin's musty

picture

they bust me

cuss me

dust me off

mississippi 'til i die

i can spit it then i cough

y'all from the north

we from the south

what these ho's wanna yell about

i'm all bout cheese

but late-lee

i been fallin down on my knees

screamin god