Strike The Match

歌詞

I'm loaded like a shotgun Got one under my coat it's late night no stage fright i'm going for broke while i'm hittin' my smoke i'm contemplatin' how to hit em hard hit em fast get away it's all she wrote it's a heartbreaking habit when you gotta have it you grab it stare at an album so good at it certified good magic look at it in your face money's gone so am i so long but now my hustle's changed no more stickin' you up i've got some weed I know that for sure it can lift you up just spark it up i gotta dime or a twenty sack all sales are final don't ask for your money back don't even look at the money sack it's funny that it still wasn't enough i like still searchin' for honey flack no i'm servin' the boulders looking over my shoulders every step that i take a rock might knock me over [Chorus] Strike the match That sparks the flame Start the fire that burns down the system hit em hard hit em fast keep the gas on em We're gonna char Get the dogs go gas on em lone range a brace to be a gangster grew up rock stages a long way from but i got gauges comin' out pullin guns out on strangers bunch a wild niggas nobody can tame us sixteen in the clip one in the chamber drive by homicide shit I gotta roll a dime ever day i ran away my life one helluva time i like to see heads get busted a problem that's how i solve em no discussion go for my mind task force rush em until that day all i gotta say is fuck em [Chorus] Strike the match That sparks the flame Start the fire that burns down the system hit em hard hit em fast keep the gas on em We're gonna char Get the dogs go gas on em post it on the top son claw some makin' my way through the jungle living with the life call something evolving with each hustle the street sweep to a heatseeker with ambitions to be a ring leader when you're in the top spot you better be top notch if not watch the haters take pot shots its none stop shit talkin' beat off the conflict ready to harm him disarm him send his ass away in a coffin my game is silent you don't see it that often but every passing day i see the time slipping away ticket on a train till an early grave reap what you sough never had a handout had my hustle's planed out worked to get the brand out you wish my luck would run out [Chorus] Strike the match That sparks the flame Start the fire that burns down the system hit em hard hit em fast keep the gas on em We're gonna char Get the dogs go gas on em