Juicy J, JP on tha Track - Fye (feat. JP On Tha Track)

I keep that fire I keep that fire on me I keep that fire on me Oh-whoa-oh I keep that fire I keep that fire on me I keep that fire (yeah) on me (uh-huh, uh-huh) (Uh-huh, let go) oh-whoa-oh Yeah, you know, I ride 'round with it Broke niggas try to rob, I get it You know I'm a old school nigga Fry his ass with a cast iron skillet These niggas havin' ho ways In the streets lookin' both ways Pistol on my lap, ridin' in the 'lac Listenin' to the O'Jays What's smoke? I smoke 'em If a nigga act slow, I show 'em Wanna know the main reason niggas gettin' killed? 'Cause they back door wide open Didn't have to rob, eyes belt Pump fake and call it for help Gotta play the cards you was dealt Tell me what's the odds gettin' helped? Play with me, YN's wouldn't dare Sig' swear it's Sinclair Bad bitch with a hairpin trigger, intruders beware All the lives that we lost in this rap shit don't seem fair Every time I do a show in my city, shooters follow me there Rather be caught with it than without it Everybody say they killers but I doubt it Everybody say they real niggas All I see is niggas doin' shit for the clout You don't wanna fuck around, find out Mama sittin' front row, let her pout And they call it nonsense if a nigga die If he don't know what it's 'bout I keep that fire (gotta keep it, mane) I keep that fire on me I keep that fire on me (it's a must, you never know, bruh) Oh-whoa-oh