Sticker this, censor this, ban this We've got something to say Police this, condemn this, damn this We'll be heard anyway Middle finger is the flag that I wave when I'm silenced... Listen here... Is it a possibility? That we're all just equal, Slam the

You want more! (You want more!) But you'll get nothing from me You got the world on it's knees You're taking all that you please You're like the burden we bear You love the hate that we share Where did you think you could go? 'Cause everyone already

I'm the fireman, that's my name. They call me the fireman, that's my name. Making my rounds all over town, putting out old flames. Well everybody'd like to have a what I got. I can cool 'em down when they're smoldering hot. Last night they had a bad one

Hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands Wear the Balmain like a Nike Tech I be ballin’ like Mike and them I got two TECs like I fight the ref Pussy boy know it’s on sight for him Came up on some bands Balmain the sweater, Truey the pants He did

As the reality of the times take hold We come to terms with the sadness we bear Missing the times we never get to share Wo wo, wo wo, wo wo Just a few words because we care Still I got all the memories Say when mi look up ina mi life its plain to see

(Thinking of you) Do you wanna talk Do you wanna talk it through Swear I ain't got anything on my mind I don't wanna talk to you I'm protected (Don't ask me) (I'm just thinking of you) Don't fall into my arms

Well, then a 'nuff gettoh youths no have no place to go Live night and day roaming in the gettoh Nuff gettoh youths ain't got no place of their own Give them some place that they can call their home Well, then a 'nuff politions telling poor people lies

I'm sprung, Dog she got me, Got me doing thing's I'll never do If you ain't been I'm telling you Got me doing thing's I'll never do If you ain't been I'm telling you Well it all come down to her

You know I stay on the grind, you know I bust with that knife You know I stay with the weed, you know I got what you need We gonna end all discussion, we gonna rush the, we gonna rush them Are motherfuckers ready, I said, motherfucker are you ready It's

(Call me a Florida boy) Wake up, nigga, wake up Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys I beat all of them cases, I'm on Bitch, I'm a Florida boy Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys I got a Florida state of