This is That Fire Songtext
von Spac3man

Hey, J, One, Space, MAN

You never heard a hit like this
I keep it poppin′ when I spit hot ish
Check on the slab so you know it's gon′ hit
This is that, this is that, this is that
You never heard a hit like this
I keep it poppin' when I spit hot ish
Check on the slab so you know it's gon′ hit
This is that, this is that, this is that


Don′t mean braces when I say the bull wire jaws
What they call Space in the streets? Fire
They love my shit, so I'm here for a higher cause
I′m a motherfuckin' G, I ain′t gotta lie to y'all
Only person hustlin′ 'round here, him lately
Catch me with the fat 8 ball, MJG
Pass the necklace, separates it to the hip hop specialist
Catch Space holdin' the life down like a wrestler
So listen up to the born believer
Death niggas get holes to their ears, phone receivers
I′m like the deadly virus, known to expand
Don′t hang with Meth but bullets make you a Redman
I rap for Morris Chestnut, I'm the best man
Beatin′ Space won't happen like a folks check with the left hand
Wish a motherfucker would, I′ll spit at the bastard
Then flick his body off like cigarette ash

You never heard a hit like this
I keep it poppin' when I spit hot ish
Check on the slab so you know it′s gon' hit
This is that, this is that, this is that
You never heard a hit like this
I keep it poppin' when I spit hot ish
Check on the slab so you know it′s gon′ hit
This is that, this is that, this is that


I'm blowin′ up like fire and propane
The gat snap back, you bick back, need Rogaine
Pump the spinal cord, leave you with a broke frame
Someone dies for this to survive, no pain, no gain
Come to the light, what you do in the dark?
So I'ma murk J′s beat like I'm shootin′ his heart
Hate me 'cause I throw away heat like I got an icey gun
Hate Space'll squint their face when they see me like the sun
Ain′t from Hoes Label, but bound to rock
Guns like overgrown air balloons, bound to pop
Hot ticket in the streets, but nobody in the hills signed him
Soldier boy pushin′ weight like NFL lineman
Bitches tryna get with it because I spit the piff
So I wrap it up just like a Christmas gift
Sportin' Life Luciano, fall back
Throw the L down, give me seven Reese′s Puffs

You never heard a hit like this
I keep it poppin' when I spit hot ish
Check on the slab so you know it′s gon' hit
This is that, this is that, this is that
You never heard a hit like this
I keep it poppin′ when I spit hot ish
Check on the slab so you know it's gon' hit
This is that, this is that, this is that

I know you feelin′ this one
Get it in, get it in
Sportin′ Life
What up, Black?
What up, Fay?
S.K., Joe King, Marissa
We gettin' it in
Uh, uh, we gettin′ it in
Uh
Fuck y'all, haha
Space, man
This is J-motherfuckin′-Bars
And I'm leavin′ a goddamn drop on your motherfuckin' mixtape
It's called "Greetings, Curse Wings, You Stupid Motherfucks"
And if you motherfuckers ain′t listenin′ to this shit
If you ain't playin′ this whole CD front to back, back to front
You need to jump off a goddamn bridge
Yeah