Bo$$man Bo$$man - Keep That Fire

(Ain't no running up on me I keep that fire in arm reach)
(Ain't no running up on me I keep that fire in arm reach)
(This shit really crazy in these streets)
(This shit really crazy in these streets)
(I keep that fire and em)
(This shit really crazy in these streets)
Ain't no running up on me keep that fire in arm reach
This shit getting real crazy in these streets
Ya mans turn on you, now u got beef
Ain't no running up, on me
I keep that fire, in arm reach
I keep that fire, in arm reach
I keep that fire, and em
It's really crazy in these streets
Really crazy ain't I
Really crazy in these streets
I keep that fire, in arm reach
Came be running up on me, I keep that 38 and I'll squeeze
Can't let devil get around me
I'm so precise when I'm in these streets
Better be careful when u dealing with me
I been going through a couple of things
Allah been watching all over me
I love him, he love me, I still have to watch these niggas in the streets
Ain't no other way but, keep low key
I'm like the President, I keep the military around me
I walk in faith and I believe
I get this money for my family
I ain't, stop long as I can breath
I keep it real true to the streets
They gotta stop shooting anybody
I tote the heat crosses around me
Skirt I just seen the police
I'm so safe beyond you can think
Ain't no running up on me keep that fire in arm reach
This shit getting real crazy in these streets
Ya mans turn on you, now u got beef
Ain't no running up, on me
I keep that fire, in arm reach
I keep that fire, in arm reach
I keep that fire, and em
It's really crazy in these streets
Really crazy ain't I
Really crazy in these streets
I keep that fire, in arm reach
Em so thoroughbred in these streets
Ain't no sitting ain't shit free
Been tie the mob with me
I ain't fucking witcha don fuck with me
You ain't even got to voice your opinion
I ain't being rude why you in my business
I'm getting money, I'm throwing shaded in it
Moving fast it's-a motor up in it
I ain't got no sense, I play with pistols
My closest family is long distance
Like I did something in the trenches
Time to change up ya transmission
I'm getting money the fire riding with me
Haters out I know they out to get me
I'm running up not just for a minute
Don't talk get str8 to the business
Moving forward a lot of y'all miss me
I ain't Fucking around niggas be trippin'
I'm turnt nigga I'm lit, can't nobody get hotter then this
Don't be walking up on me lil bitch
You will catch that A.K. with that kick
They'll be picking up rearranging your shit
I ain't running I'm standing on my shit
Protecting anything I get
Always
My family first, I love my kids
My hitters know what time it is
I'm getting a bag you catch my drift
Ain't no running up on me keep that fire in arm reach
This shit getting real crazy in these streets
Ya mans turn on you, now u got beef
Ain't no running up, on me
I keep that fire, in arm reach
I keep that fire, in arm reach
I keep that fire, and em
It's really crazy in these streets
Really crazy ain't I
Really crazy in these streets
I keep that fire, in arm reach

Written by:
Malcolm S

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