Gio Shyne - Man on Fire

Niggas going stupid going ooh ooh ah ah
Bitches fiends shorty show me what you do for product
Had to clean up man had death on me felt like Osama
Had to riot shit got quiet couldn't get any comma
Sipping sake gone
Dot felt like Yokohama
Gotta cha-cha round the truth
These hoes want all the drama
Sky high, do no downers
These niggas some out of towners
They show love they glad they found us
Don't do dap no I won't pound it

Uh-uh
Uh, Uh
I got soul I'm glad I found it
Niggas demons I denounce it
Uh
Uh-uh
Uh, Aye
So foul I'll allow it
Man on fire I don't doubt it
Uh
Uh-uh
Uh, Uh
I got soul I'm glad I found it
Niggas demons I denounce it
Uh
Uh-uh
Uh, Aye
So foul I'll allow it
Man on fire I don't doubt it

Pick your side
Flex your muscles
Keep your pride
Go get it
Go get it
Keep that fire in your eyes
Niggas lie
Cutting ties
Making moves
Cutting line
Cutting lines
I survive
While these guys
Wasting time
I got us
My product a product
More popping than Prada
Your honor get no honor
I'm honest
I drop jewels like Sonic
Really really lit
You niggas more gin and tonic
Too sick, way too sick
You lil ill I'm more bubonic

Uh-Uh
Uh, Uh
I got soul I'm glad I found it
Niggas demons I denounce it
Uh
Uh-Uh
Uh, Aye
So foul I'll allow it
Man on fire
Man on fire

Written by:
Giordano Rogers

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