Lyrics Wiley – Fire Ain’t Burning No More
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See the fire ain’t burning, no more
Hits ain’t gonna get made between now and Double Oh 8
No need to hate, I throw them the bait
They keep replying but don’t carry weight
There’s no top flight spitters in the camp that anybody rates
I roll with the greats
When I’m out I don’t see none of them man touch mic on the stage
But, I’m on stage with beats and bars
Got the goons outside with the heat in the car
These man are ready with the clip, it’s a par
I’ll clip your wings like clip it’s a par
I’m quick with the bars
You should of never tried tried
I will never let that slide, I’m a star
All of you lot can run up your mouth
I’m already on the map and I’ve made my mark
I’m still making money
And your sound will done me
No, see the fire ain’t burning no more
Hits ain’t gonna get made its over
I’m still making money
And your sound will done me
No, see the fire ain’t burning no more
Hits ain’t gonna get made its over
I’m an E3 soldier, L-O-N older
North west roller, top boy I already told ya
Southside, westside stroller
Two faces cold Ok but
Wiley is colder
Nobody knows ya
Nobody knows ya
He’ll be like what blood, what blood
Say that again and I’ll be like nobody knows ya
When I’m in country I’m Wiley
I don’t try be a J.Hova
Don’t say Cadillac, nar I’d rather say Nova
I’m on elastic now but I might leave here and move on to colder
Wiley, I’m the Eski-beat older
Plus I’m a heavyweight, write bars everyday
Come in with a four round here, wars over
I’m still making money
And your sound will done me
No, see the fire ain’t burning no more
Hits ain’t gonna get made its over
I’m still making money
And your sound will done me
No, see the fire ain’t burning no more
Hits ain’t gonna get made its over
The games changed, there’s no room for you
No room for Lethal, no room for crews
Walk the walk in 3’s or 2’s
And the pitch formation is 4, 4 too
Prick tried to do a mix CD too
But you didn’t even sell past three, three two
Heard you mention E3 too, If you come to E3 you will see me too
You will see me too with the 4, 3 too
Rep for my hood I’m a war G too
And I ain’t gotta run up my mouth anymore
Stay calm, when I’m ready I’m warry too
Gotta move on from POW, let go of that
9 to 5 jobs there’re calling you
Everyone can see that Lethal ain’t helping
Obvious, just another fallen crew
I’m still making money
And your sound will done me
No, see the fire ain’t burning no more
Hits ain’t gonna get made its over
I’m still making money
And your sound will done me
No, see the fire ain’t burning no more
Hits ain’t gonna get made its over
