We're On Fire Lyrics - Foxy Brown

Number one baby 

Black Hand, Movado, gangsta 

Ayo, I gotta do this with my stylin voice 

Ayo 

See it's the Louboutin leather pump Don Diva 

Get my Kevin Chiles on call me Don Diva 

Im in the Zac Posen, strapless with the back open 

Back locing tossing petals off of Black Roses 

This is more gutta, this is more crack 

And I aint change, I been the same bitch before rap 

The only thing that changed is my ass got more fat 

But my titties been crazy baby 

You aint gotta ask who back, you soft bitch move back 

Had BK on my back, even Shawn couldnt do that 

I cruise all slow in the S-Class down Classen 

Pullin' up in traffic on Nostrand and Patchin' 

I took six years off, I let 'em have rap 

And yall bitches played with it, I came to snatch it back then 

Put it back on the project bench 

And made every gangsta nigga want a dark-skinned bitch 

Were on fire, we aint stoppin 

'Cuz I really, really wanna know whats happenin 

Were on fire, we aint stoppin 

Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin 

Were on fire, we aint stoppin 

'Cuz I really, really wanna know whats happenin 

Makin paper, money stashin 

Since I really, really wanna know whats happenin 

So wanna bloodclaut this man, bad gal 'bout here 

Drips out the pussy them na friend gal 'bout here 

Bitch now the body sting round here 

Big star body, kill off every dirty gal roll near 

Bitch bust a shot and fiya 

Two shots fiya, fiya, put the pussy pon fiya 

Yes Iya, dress fliya, hoppin out the Bentley coupe 

On Flatbush and Empire 

Yall rap bitches, I will ruin em 

My reps for the boostin bitches with them bags full of aluminum 

One love to Tu and them, Clyde, Shyne and Shoe and them 

Chaz, Prince and Graff the whole fuckin crew and them 

Cant forget Scruce and them, Shabar and Dew and them 

Kev, Wedge, Draft and BIG I ate food with them 

Yall know Fox run the block bitches 

Its the Fox bitches, for the bloodclaut bitches, murdah 

Were on fire, we aint stoppin 

'Cuz I really, really wanna know whats happenin 

Were on fire, we aint stoppin 

Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin 

Were on fire, we aint stoppin 

'Cuz I really, really wanna know whats happenin 

Makin paper, money stashin 

Since I really, really wanna know whats happenin 

Were makin cheese, slowly with ease 

With small fuck these easily from the Gz 

The goons from the land of kings 

Her breasts me squeeze all night, she make me pleased 

You want promote the gangsta life and hustle 

Now my girls approach you and know boy cant bust with 

And now its all fine and they all come sit 

Were not goin nowhere, dont fuck with this 

Yes, Fox Im back baby and Im still with the hand still 

Still in the hood, nigga still on the block still 

Still in the Benz baby, still in the drop still 

Im still in the chinchillas, still move wit them killas, woah 

Besides that I got my hearing back 

The same attitude like what the fuck you staring at 

Homie, my case is beat, Im still spitting heat 

Who ya know rep it harder than me, Brooklyn 

Were on fire, we aint stoppin 

'Cuz I really, really wanna know whats happenin 

Were on fire, we aint stoppin 

Since a chick want a nigga and a clubbin 

Were on fire, we aint stoppin 

'Cuz I really, really wanna know whats happenin 

Makin paper, money stashin 

Since I really, really wanna know whats happenin