Verse 1
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I ain't afraid to say
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Like you ain't afraid to hate
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Wanna tell you face to face
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Better turn or you won't see heaven's gate
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Wanna go to war with the mormons
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Wanna take a bath with the catholics
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Gonna find yoself in a burning hell
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Where them demons laughing
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And they got you and they hit you on the slow-mo
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They got you suckaz in a cell screaming oh no
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And so I write with my pen
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Hope you repent for your sin
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Can't take your pills and bottle of gin
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In case you can't get in
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Don't wanna see you burn
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Want to see you turn baby
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And if you don't you'll be screaming like a little lady
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Now do you hear me Shady
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Cuz it ain't all gravy
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And one day wishing
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And you screaming Jesus Christ save me
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Chorus
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Burn baby burn
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That's right we said it
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If you don't turn
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You better not forget it
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Burn baby burn
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You wanna play with God
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If you don't turn
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You suckaz think you hard
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Burn baby burn
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You know it's holy war
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If you don't turn
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My Father's gonna settle the score
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Burn baby burn
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na na now what na na now what
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Check it out
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Verse 2
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I'm teachin cats
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How to live with wife and the kids
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Not doing time on the bids
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Cuz son I now how it is
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I spent my time in Riker's Island too
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Never seen a smiling crew
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They wanna slither you
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You know how Riker's Island do
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Dudes get in they face
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Slithered and living with scars
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The only dreams that they livin
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Is dreamin life without bars
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And son they gotta wake up
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And then they eat to keep they weight up
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The stress got em losing their mind
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About to break up
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You rappers ain't feeling me
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Say no room for me in the industry
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But it's clear to see
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What the indy is missing is me
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You rappers got the same flow
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Talk about the same (moan)
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About your little dough
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We know how the story go
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I know just what I'm doing
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And who I'm doing it for
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I spit it real for my kids
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Just like I spit it for yours
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And for the ones feelin like blowin a hole in they head
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Feelin like they better off dead
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Ever since you got your deal
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Ever since you made your mil
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Your gift was meant to heal
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But still you wanna kill
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Talk about your purple pills
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Rolling thru your purple hills
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I ain't gonna front
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Cuz you phonies can't keep it real
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You wanna holla back
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Then get at me dog
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Finally somebody got the gall
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To spit it to ya'll
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Lets ride out
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Chorus
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Verse 3
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The ghetto ain't fabulous
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And yet you tellin us
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How you came straight from the gutter
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And how we gotta bust
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I've saw behind the bars
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You know they life is scared
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And how they bout to lose they life
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By fightin on the yard
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They looking thru the fence
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You on the other side
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On MTV you makin mils
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And still you gonna lie
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And you don't even know just what we goin thru
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And if you do then you should come and help us make it thru
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Now have you ever had a partner to die
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To see their momma cry
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Kids at their casket
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With the tears in they eye
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And if you do now tell me how they gonna make it
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And when they feel they can't take it
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Because they know they can't shake it
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You just another big lying talking brother
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Don't care about these mothers
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Or if we kill each other
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#1 like Nell
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You can be on TRL
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But if you don't switch it up
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You can still go to (vroom)
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Chorus
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Burn Baby Burn
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| L.G. Wise |
