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Bizzy Bone Miscellaneous The Roof Is, On Fire For the Menensky tribe worldwide (will you please sing along with the old negro spiritual?) [Chorus] 2x The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter It ain't a thug those that's livin that is realer than the villain Witha million still killin dealin and all for the children Came out of Cleveland with Steven, and even my peoples was creepin, but now they reapin, seepin, retreatin, deletin Did ya feel em give my niggaz the fist and, keep the pistol gripped Now whistle if you need me and quick I'm there for murder and mayhem Look out for lay man His trigger finger itchin' to lay them His trigger finger itchin' to lay them Don't run to lose your life Enjoy I ain't fuckin around and makin the noise, but better believe I'll get up and leave and keep my poise (O yellow boy you holdin??? Hell, yeh!!!!) Thuggin on Brackland when I sold crack, and I got a mini-mack for the action The murder and mashin, Nigga milennium fashion blastin' over trash 50 thousand dollars cash As fast as you can smash Stabbed in the back and anxiety attacks Flash through the childhood relax and, react it be like that nigga you know that prescribin me prozac Forgive but never forget Sin yeh even within the thin begin again With that pretty little bitch in your click Uh spittin' demonish shit Hey baby you need a friend and act a little bit feminine take the fatigues off Fuck the club even the six it's hellish I be the one to tell it lust for the thugs Who be fuckin with seven....seven....seven....seven.... seven....seven....seven....seven.... [Chorus] 2x The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter. Gather up gas masks for biological war We know a whiff of the shit will make you wither fo sho' Niggaz in the C.O. We livin' in this AB World 144 thousand full of tribes With the last word (SHUT UP!) The book of old it got 'em thinkin that they crackin code Oh no pin it computers ain't pinnin the Millenium Your future youth be the truth in the music You better your soul triple stage darkness in the unsolved encore Little E, B.I.G., Tupac Shakur Murdered in California Need I say more Killa forget it's in Heaven'z Movie was it? Lose the Lord's covanent I'm huggin it and Imma duck and trust I'm all thuggish as fuck Uh what nigga bust and up by creepin on a come up Eternally stressed my faces of death for the world war Yes quiet on the set the shoots expired The Roof is on fire... We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter Now what I want ch'all to do is I want y'all put y'all muthafuckin lighters in the air Keep their bitches up there, fuck wit cho - lil' nigga... [Chorus] 6x The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter. |
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