[Intro: Sample, Ghostface Killah, & Trife Diesel]

Don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire!

Whooo, smoking, smoking, smoking them Marley Marls

Smile, smoking, them Marley Marl's now be smoking

Uh huh uh huh, smoking

Light them Marleys up, nigga, you... Smoking!

Yeah, yo

[Verse 1: Trife Da God]

When you motherfuckin' ducks gon' learn that you playin' with fire

Nigga, everything I touch, I burn

When I spark and that fire heat up, you better run

To the nearest telephone and call the fire chief up

Cuz I'ma hazard, causin' disorder on your recorder

So run along with your little buckets of water

There's not a nigga that can doubt my game or doust my flames

I'm known to cause a panic when you shout my name

Fire, you damn right, nigga, I bang pipes

There's not a fucking room in this building I can't light

I'm the definition when you mix heat with friction

When I walk through I set off all sprinkler systems

I'm that kid with the fiery flow, the fiery glow

Adjust the mic levels or the wires will blow

New York's bravest, meet the man who inspired the pros

Throw on your fireproof bombers and admire the show, let's go

[Hook: Ghostface Killah & Trife Da God]

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (nigga)

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (uh)

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (yeah)

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (let's go)

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Yo

Peep the barcode, leave the booth blacker than charcoal

Sippin' on firewater, plus I keep a cigar rolled

The human torch, special effects, cannons is shootin' off

Leave body bags full of ashes, we ain't no move to cost

Spit flammable bars, I got a whooping cough

Scarlet red, six forty five, with the dual exhaust

My barrel blow like geysers, pop one in your visor

And cause a meltdown at One Police Plaza

I'm the opposite of agua, hotter than a plate of pasta

I'm the reason Lamar Odom was traded off the roster

The hot stepper, crushing you niggas like hot pepper

The forty cal' squeeze a nigga, my heaters apply pressure

In the kitchen with the gun steaming, six hundred degrees

Feeling like you in the desert with the sun beaming

You can't block me with the sun screening

Ultraviolet rays, shorten his days, we left his blood streaming

[Hook: Trife Da God]

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (nigga)

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (uh)

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (yeah)

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (let's go)

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (nigga)

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (uh)

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (yeah)

Gotta strike while the iron is hot, fighting

Fire with fire, you'll die on the spot, (let's go)