Ward was shot dead in his home in the Albany Projects in Brooklyn, New York on October 24, 2003.
Fires In Hell
Half-A-Mill Lyrics
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It ain't right, if it ain't rough, gettin paid's a must
We made the bucks, even the player's hate us
Is it the way we shine Gordiere gear since '89
And shorty wit diamonds from South African mines
Now it's '99, nearly 2 G, still in coogie
Crib wit Jacuzzi, it is in the movie
I take a shit, grippin the uzi
Fuck a new V, on the run like cool G.
Marijuana twist, camouflage sis
On some hard shit, charge like a platinum card, kid
Enter the wild life, Crystal life, I'd rather die twice
Before I eat, four chicken wings and fried rice
Yo dunn, we high price, we news of the world
White wine type, I don't like swine type
No bullshit we, strictly chronic to life
Bionic wit mics, seein shit with astronomical sight, tropin night
Laid up, after the fight, live from cocktail Milion
Land like alien, in Roswell
Fly as hell, mad clientele, light up a L
Hot enough to cause fires in hell
[Chorus]
Fire (fire), burnin (burnin)
It's like fire (fire), burnin (burnin)
It's like fire (fire), burnin (burnin)
Hot enough to cause fires in hell, fires in hell
[Half-A-Mill]
Stupid reefer, still ride Gucci sneakers
Ill, your shit can kill for the phone, if I leave her
I ain't a player, I just get buffed a lot
Somethin hot must of dropped, headed up top
On the lee-lo, we know, niggas don't want us to see dough
See us flossin, you swear to God we rob Tito's
Car paid for, smack the shit outta the repo
Every verse is kilo, in the streets yo
Thoroughbred exquisite, escalate mega digits
Head twisted, on the red, by vet bitches
Super fly son, movin my gun, born on the run
More to come, all in one, luxurious fallen on
Notorious baller, dunn, peep the prognosis
I be the high explosive, burnin bushes like Howard Moses
Higher dosage, chocolate roasted
Made ya team, without a coach kid, chrome toasted
[Chorus]
[Half-A-Mill]
Project general, wise criminal
Five percent of two, biochemical, nine emeralds
Rubies, sapphire, who be the most higher?
Insult liars, don't try us, get your coke tied up
Throat tied up, we lay til the coke dry up
Race like relays, day and night in V.A.
You want a key and yay, see a
You ain't got the dough we spray, fuck the D.A.
Truck breeze away, material world
Big guns, wit scratched serial world
My cats put an end to your world
Twistin ya girl, hot spittin, pissin ya girl
But she's the freak at night, back seat of the jeep type
Holdin heat type, New World Order of the catamites
War over water, Babylon Six, we the light
We the life givin forces, in this fortress
Of hidden forces, design to trick and torture
[Chorus 3X]
In the song Fires In Hell, Half-A-Mill boasts about his wealth and success in the hip hop industry. From shining in designer gear to owning a crib with a Jacuzzi, he claims that getting paid is a must in his world. The artist shows his disdain for the police and chooses to live life on the run, smoking marijuana and living lavishly. He takes pride in his lifestyle and describes himself as a project general and wise criminal. His verses are filled with violence, depicting guns and making references to luxury items such as vet bitches, chromed guns, and mega-digits. He claims to be living luxuriously but not without difficulties, and he emphasizes that he's hot enough to cause fires in hell.
The song's chorus emphasizes its title, with the line, "Hot enough to cause fires in hell." It repeats itself three times throughout the song, further punctuating its significance. Although the song contains some elements of braggadocio and materialism that are typical in hip hop music, it's also filled with Half-A-Mill's commentary on the world he lives in. He talks about not liking swine-type, referencing religious and cultural beliefs that support avoiding pork. The artist also takes a moment to glamorize his view of life, claiming "every verse is kilo in the streets, yo." Overall, the song is a reflection of Half-A-Mill's life and depicts his life as a luxurious but challenging experience.
Line by Line Meaning
It ain't right, if it ain't rough, gettin paid's a must
Making money is a necessity, and it won't be easy or fair
We made the bucks, even the player's hate us
We are successful, but even those striving for success resent us
Is it the way we shine Gordiere gear since '89
We've been dressing well for a long time, is that why people are jealous?
And shorty wit diamonds from South African mines
My partner has diamonds from Africa, making us stand out even more
Now it's '99, nearly 2 G, still in coogie
It's almost the year 2000 and we're still sporting Coogi clothing
Crib wit Jacuzzi, it is in the movie
My house has a hot tub, it's even been featured in a movie
I take a shit, grippin the uzi
I'm never off guard, even when using the bathroom
Plan to make ya rich, smoothly, on the low
I have a plan to get rich without attracting too much attention
Fuck a new V, on the run like cool G.
I don't need a new car, I'll keep running like the rapper Cool G
Marijuana twist, camouflage sis
We smoke weed and blend in with our surroundings
On some hard shit, charge like a platinum card, kid
We're hardcore and expensive, like a platinum credit card
Enter the wild life, Crystal life, I'd rather die twice
We're living life to the fullest and taking risks, it's worth it even if it means dying twice
Before I eat, four chicken wings and fried rice
I won't eat anything less than a satisfying meal
Yo dunn, we high price, we news of the world
We're expensive and famous around the world
White wine type, I don't like swine type
I prefer white wine over red and avoid pork products
No bullshit we, strictly chronic to life
We only smoke the best weed, it's a lifestyle
Bionic wit mics, seein shit with astronomical sight, tropin night
We're amazing on the mic and see things with a broader and more extraordinary perspective, especially at night
Laid up, after the fight, live from cocktail Milion
After a tough fight, we relax at a fancy bar called Cocktail Million
Land like alien, in Roswell
We arrive in places like aliens and make an impact, just like the alleged UFO crash in Roswell
Fly as hell, mad clientele, light up a L
We're cool as can be, with a lot of fans and we smoke weed
Hot enough to cause fires in hell
We're so dope that we could even make hell burn
Stupid reefer, still ride Gucci sneakers
We're still into luxury items like Gucci sneakers and smoking weed
Ill, your shit can kill for the phone, if I leave her
I'm so desirable that your girl might cheat and even kill for me
I ain't a player, I just get buffed a lot
I'm not a womanizer, but I look good and keep attracting ladies
Somethin hot must of dropped, headed up top
Something important must have happened, I'm going to check it out
On the lee-lo, we know, niggas don't want us to see dough
We keep a low profile, aware that people don't want us to make money
See us flossin, you swear to God we rob Tito's
We're so flashy that people might mistake us for robbers
Car paid for, smack the shit outta the repo
We own our car and would fight anyone attempting to repossess it
Every verse is kilo, in the streets yo
Our rhymes are weighty and impactful in the streets
Thoroughbred exquisite, escalate mega digits
We're high-quality and can afford more and more expensive things
Head twisted, on the red, by vet bitches
We're getting oral sex while driving fast, from experienced women
Super fly son, movin my gun, born on the run
We're cool and prepared, born to lead wild and unpredictable lives
More to come, all in one, luxurious fallen on
We have more to achieve and aim to do it in a luxurious way
Notorious baller, dunn, peep the prognosis
We're famous for being successful and have clear expectations of our future
I be the high explosive, burnin bushes like Howard Moses
I am explosive and impactful, just like the biblical figure Moses who saw a burning bush
Higher dosage, chocolate roasted
We need more to satisfy us, and chocolate is a great way to do it
Made ya team, without a coach kid, chrome toasted
We're skilled enough to make a team work without the help of a coach, and our guns are shiny
Project general, wise criminal
We're like leaders in the projects, and wise about our criminal activities
Five percent of two, biochemical, nine emeralds
We're part of a religious movement and have some rare and valuable jewels
Rubies, sapphire, who be the most higher?
We own precious jewels, who else can top that?
Insult liars, don't try us, get your coke tied up
Don't mess with us, we'll call you out and tie up your drug supply
Throat tied up, we lay til the coke dry up
We'll go to great lengths to keep our supply of drugs secure and flowing
Race like relays, day and night in V.A.
We move quickly like runners in a relay race, even in Virginia
You want a key and yay, see a
If you're asking for drugs, look no further
You ain't got the dough we spray, fuck the D.A.
If you can't pay, you'll face the consequences and we don't care about the law
Truck breeze away, material world
We quickly drive away, leaving behind materialistic things
Big guns, wit scratched serial world
We have powerful guns with scratched-off serial numbers, leaving no trace
My cats put an end to your world
We have a group of skilled people who can easily defeat our enemies
Twistin ya girl, hot spittin, pissin ya girl
We're having sex with your girl, showing off our heated and gold-capped teeth
But she's the freak at night, back seat of the jeep type
But only at night, and we do it in a car
Holdin heat type, New World Order of the catamites
We're armed and ready, with a group of followers known as 'catamites' in the New World Order
War over water, Babylon Six, we the light
We're in the midst of a battle for water and resources, and our team represents hope and victory
We the life givin forces, in this fortress
We bring life and power to our group, which is like a fortress
Of hidden forces, design to trick and torture
However, there are hidden forces among us, designed to deceive us and cause us pain
Hot enough to cause fires in hell
We're so dope that we could even make hell burn
Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JASUN WARDLAW, JUSTIN SMITH, JUSTIN GREGORY SMITH
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@Redboy1ism
I believe that Half A Mil was the best rapper to ever touch the mic, True indeed the God was mad years ahead of his time. It was a heavy blow to my heart the moment that I had found out that the God was no longer with us. He was a supreme lyricist. None of his work went to waste. His legacy will continue too grow.
@shawnboogz7546
Michael Howard It’s a shame he took his own life,was he a Five Percenter or you just paying homage?
@EniggaMALI
Way ahead of his time.
@realisraeliteslove9290
My brother half 2021 ... Legendary
@ello34
"No bullshit we, strictly chronic to life Bionic wit mics, seein shit with astronomical sight"
@andrewkyriacou1922
One of the hardest tracks in HipHop History. FACTS!
@abovemadness
Smh RIP I'm banging Half and Stack heavy this week miss these days man no bullshit
@trentyates418
Just Blaze is underrated! Definitely one of the best producers in hip hop
@hottsgurlify
R.I.P BRO They slept on u 4 far to long....1 of the best that ever lived & 1 of the best that ever died...GONE 2 SOON...THIS TRACK IS FIRE....THAT BEAT 2
@ALLMIGHTYALDON1
This when cats respected the craft off Mcing..