(feat. Keith G, Thin C)
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[Intro: Thin C]
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Let it burn (burn, haters, burn)
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Uh, uh, let it burn (let that fire burn)
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Uhh, uhh.. let it burn (burn, haters, burn)
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Uhh, uhh
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[Thin C]
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Rest is for the restless, sleep is for the dead
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Thin C in this bitch, puttin lame niggaz to bed
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You catchin hot ones to your dome for the stupid shit you said
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The game goes wrong when you're snitchin, to the Feds
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"Kill all rats" - that's how Pistol Pete say it
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The roof's on fire? Let the motherfucker burn
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Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's your turn
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Slap these niggaz with a pistol grip and lay 'em on the curb
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[Krayzie Bone]
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I keep niggaz charisma left blurry, bitches is lookin at me leary
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Feelin weary as we sink 'em, to the bottom of Lake Erie, hear me
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One lyrical genius man, I mean I'm the meanest
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See how they swing on my penis, watch how they sing and try to be us
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Yeah, we them niggaz that like to fuck up the party
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Already drunk off Bacardi and start shit with everybody-body
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You wanna battle me nigga? You better come check my fuckin status my nigga
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You hoes ain't got lyrics to handle me nigga
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Man I got styles, styles, and many styles
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to make you get down, get down, get down
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When you see that black Caddy better respect (respect)
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It's the Granddaddy of the Midwest
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[Keith G]
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What, what, Keith G
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They paid to say that snappy shit, nigga that nappy shit
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Gone off a fifth, it's your boy, Keith Griff'
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In the alley with that Bum shit, fuck a job shit
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Bone scoop me up, give me the pill, watch me run this
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Dippin like I'm Reggie Bush, through your neighborhood
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Five on the wood make it all go good
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On stage where a nigga stood
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I'm a (Layzie) (Krayzie) nigga, so I (Wish) you would
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Ride the 'Line motherfucker, try and stop mine, stick to your crime
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I'm from that West Coast sunshine, born to rhyme
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Still I struggle in these hard times, who got a dime or a nickel
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to help yo' nigga get up out of this pickle; you see?
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[Layzie Bone]
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They call him Da Bum cause he from the slums
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Straight from the gutter, gettin his paper while you lookin for him
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He wants some beef with thirty skinny niggaz strapped up
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I steamroll 'em like a Mack truck, man I'm leavin these niggaz stacked up
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And they home, it's not hard to find 'em
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Put that pistol to yo' head and leave you absent-minded
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I'm a hustler grindin, all about perfect timin
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I'm complicated nigga, simple like Simon
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Bone boys shinin, test the skill
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Look a nigga up and down like, "Is you for real?"
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Better chill or catch a reflex
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Have a nigga on the ground screamin, "Respect!"
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[Thin C]
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Nigga you bound to get a hot one popped at ya
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Froze from your head to toe like the Rocky statue
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Too late to say that you ain't know that you was high-cappin
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Runnin off at the lip - here's a tip bitch!
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Backhands and combinations, they don't miss
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I don't discriminate, I eliminate; do you like Bush did Saddam
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Crush your whole world, catastrophic like a bomb
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That's how the roof got tore off this motherfucker man
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[Outro: Thin C]
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Burn, haters, burn (uh, uh.. let it burn)
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Let that fire burn (uhh, uhh.. let it burn)
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Burn, haters, burn (uhh, uhh)
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Let that fire burn (uh, uh)
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Tear The Roof Off
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