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Intro: 

Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo? 
Try to play me close and get loose 
Try to play me close and get loose 
(Damn, my ears are burning hot!) 
Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot! 
Damn,goddamn,goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot! 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, 

Verse One: Fashion 

Damn my ears are burning hot 
I think I got fakin the funk 
Motherfucks up in my spot 
They know I'm gonna blow 
So they press up on 
The crew like gets dissed 
Like a fool when I'm gone 
SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE, 
CLOSE MY DOOR! 
I gotta whisper cause I got 
Some fuckin' ears on my floor 
They're tryin' to catch on 
To see who I'm givin' the hoot 
There it is square biz 
Don't say my kids 
[Psycho Les] 
All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand 
And behind my back talk shit to the next man 
Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop! 
Your shit is wack! 
[Fashion] 
Yeah, you better keep it subliminal 
Cause I don't play, some say 
My style's type criminal 
And we can get down, yo for real 
Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker! 

Chorus: repeat 4X 

[P. Les] Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker! 
[Fashion]Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers! 

Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion 

You see me and I see you 
But you still want to act like 
You don't see me, cool 
Years ago an A&R dissed 
Our fuckin' demos and said 
That shit was scarred 
BITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN' 
YOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT 
Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils 
And still, you can't comprehend your skills 

You remember the time, only after I performed 
You called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm 
But Blue, no matter what you do 
You can't trick this kid 
Too cool, I thought you knew, fool! 

Chorus 

Verse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les 

Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous 
Word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service 
The cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding 
I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings 
Time to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip 
Rippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick 
Doin mad crime, I remember the days well 
The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell 

I don't want to have to snuff nobody 
I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi 
Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker! 
Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!

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