Intro:    Este hermano esta enloquecido, 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!