Released on December 6, 2005

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[Intro]

Mo' fire, Weezy

Mo' fire (Put yuh light inna di air)

Mo' fire, give 'em

Mo' fire


[Verse 1]

I Diddy Bop, my fifty cocked

My city hot, I'm dodging the city cop

I play 'em like Pitty Pat, yeah, I'm kicking back, yeah

I'm getting stacks, these bitches is really rats

I fuck 'em and give 'em back, yeah, I really mack, yeah

How real is that? You love 'em, you really wack

I hustle and bend my back, my muscle is intact

My biceps and triceps is ah, yes


[Chorus]

Mo' fire, Weezy

Mo' fire (Put yuh light inna di air)

Mo' fire, I give 'em

Mo' fire


[Verse 2]

I'm coming through in something new

The color is Smurf blue, I'm puffin' that purple

Believe it, if I talk it, I walk it like Herschel

I get it like it is on a commercial, first too

This is verse two, it is worse too

I'll murk you like I birthed you

You niggas small bubbles (Baby), I'll burp you (Hey, hey)

And spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you

My jewelry earth blue, some say it's earth green

I'm like whatever, my shit mean and obscene

Now, I've been seen on a lot of different scenes

That mean I got a lot of different cream


[Chorus]

Mo' fire, Weezy

Mo' fire (Put yuh light inna di air)

Mo' fire, I give 'em

Mo' fire


[Verse 3]

I raise more fire to the man up higher

I lick a shot to let him know that I'm a rider

My dreads hang to let him know that I'm a lion

Represent the jungle when the others just tryin'

I represent my mother like, "Baby, stop cryin'"

I know my papa gone, but guarantee he see us shinin', yeah

Now you are looking at New Orleans' finest

Now you are bein' blinded by European diamond

And you are seein' two or three times and

Got your vision all fucked up, now you can't even find me

And I ain't even hidin', naw, I'm right here, baby (Right here, baby)

She wanna walk and shit, I'm like, "Yeah, baby" (Yeah, baby)

Battyman get the shotty to his head

Rockabye his ass to sleep, rock it, lay him down to bed

I'll put you in my pocket right next to the condoms, homie

You ain't nothin' but a profit


[Chorus]

Mo' fire, Weezy

Mo' fire (Put yuh light inna di air)

Mo' fire, I give 'em

Mo' fire, yeah

Mo' fire

Mo' fire, Weezy

Mo' fire

Mo' fire, give 'em

Mo' fire