| 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 niggas 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…
|
| 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'
|
| Niggas 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., 2Pac 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…
|
| The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
|
| We don’t need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song (The Roof Is) On Fire , by - Bizzy Bone. Song from the album Greatest Hits, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп