times (Like a volcano) Oh, I'm burning up (Like a volcano) I'm burning up (Like a volcano) Oh, I'm burning up (Like a volcano) Yeah, I'm burning up
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die die A thousand times Like a volcano Oh Im burning up Like a volcano Im burning up Like a volcano OhIm burning up Like a volcano YeahIm burning up
I hope everyone's good, I hope everyone's praying I hope, hold up baby, let me switch hands See, lately I've been dealing With a lot of shit, Anne It's burning
the blame, the front page and the fame Contraption made up of nuts and bolts Creates the new monster to burn your family tree down Tick-tocking, times up
got more hustle than you Get yours, get yours baby I'm seeing millions, niggaz don't understand Know what? I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up
up and get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and get up and right get up and right get up and get up and get up and
I believe that lovers should be chained together And thrown into a fire with their songs and letters And left there to burn Left there to burn in their
rhymes lyrics and weak mixin You robbin em blind like Nixon Some got shook when they took a look I'm burnin you up, like the lyrics that are pages of
known as Chad or Pimp C The closest homeboy that I ever had Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page From pettiness understandings that got cleared up
the dogs out Up in here, yo Yeah, up in here Every time man, every trip man I don't care what it is Up in here If I'm up in here then somethin' gon happen Up
the epitome of royalty, you versus me, it's a joke I'm a rage, amazing blaze, you cigarette smoke Your video's number one and that was part of my plan
cuz I got more hustle than you Get yours, get yours baby [Dr. Dre] I'm seeing millions, niggaz dont understand know what? Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans to blow up
Cats get served, running up sliced Every single night and that the way we keep it right Like that fuckers... (YEAH) Im just trickin though, Certified
Chasing songs from town to town Maybe I worry what I will say Now I'm only 3 hours away Some things aren't meant to last Like a day that burns up
on fire, I burn my hands 'Til I got nothing left to count my numbers on That's wrong, what's wrong? Your wise ass comments could cheer you up The emotional
I just want to prove I deserve this gift I will change the world, maybe this is it I can see it now, all the colors smear Up and down the page but the
're dealing with the armed forces We wave warm torches Through the trenches of the onslaughtness ge up we up next I'm anticipated post my plan is to stay
