| The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
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| We don’t need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter
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| It ain’t a thug those that’s livin that is realer than the villain
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| Witha million still killin dealin and all for the children
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| Came out of Cleveland with Steven
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| And even my peoples was creepin
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| But now they reapin, seepin, retreatin, deletin
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| Did ya feel em give my niggas the fist and
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| Keep the pistol gripped
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| Now whistle if you need me and quick I’m there for murder and mayhem
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| Look out for lay man
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| His trigger finger itchin' to lay them
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| His trigger finger itchin' to lay them
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| Don’t run to lose your life
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| Enjoy
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| I ain’t fuckin around and makin the noise
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| But better believe I’ll get up and leave and keep my poise
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| (O yellow boy you holdin??? Hell, yeh!!!)
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| Thuggin on Brackland when I sold crack
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| And I got a mini-mack for the action
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| The murder and mashin
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| Nigga milennium fashion blastin' over trash
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| 50 thousand dollars cash
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| As fast as you can smash
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| Stabbed in the back and anxiety attacks
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| Flash through the childhood relax and
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| React it be like that nigga you know that prescribin me prozac
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| Forgive but never forget
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| Sin yeh even within the thin begin again
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| With that pretty little bitch in your click
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| Uh spittin' demonish shit
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| Hey baby you need a friend
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| And act a little bit feminine take the fatigues off
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| Fuck the club even the six it’s hellish
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| I be the one to tell it lust for the thugs
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| Who be fuckin with
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| Seven… seven…seven…seven…
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| Seven… seven…seven…seven…
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| The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
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| We don’t need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter
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| Gather up gas masks for biological war
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| We know a whiff of the shit will make you wither fo sho'
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| Niggas in the C. O
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| We livin' in this AB World 144 thousand full of tribes
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| With the last word (SHUT UP!)
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| The book of old it got 'em thinkin that they crackin code
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| Oh no pin it computers ain’t pinnin the Millenium
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| Your future youth be the truth in the music
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| You better your soul triple stage darkness in the unsolved encore
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| Little E, B.I.G., 2Pac Shakur
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| Murdered in California
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| Need I say more
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| Killa forget it’s in Heaven’z Movie was it?
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| Lose the Lord’s covanent
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| I’m huggin it and Imma duck and trust I’m all thuggish as fuck
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| Uh what nigga bust and up by creepin on a come up
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| Eternally stressed my faces of death for the world war
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| Yes quiet on the set the shoots expired
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| The Roof is on fire…
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| We don’t need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter
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| We don’t need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter
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| Now what I want ch’all to do is I want y’all
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| Put y’all muthafuckin lighters in the air
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| Keep their bitches up there, fuck wit cho — lil' nigga…
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| The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
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| We don’t need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song (The Roof Is) On Fire, artist - Bizzy Bone. Album song Greatest Hits, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп