Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burn Baby Burn (Fire), artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Album song Thugs Alwayz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.03.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Vtribe Media & Entertainment
Song language: English
Burn Baby Burn (Fire) |
FIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE! |
Burn, baby, BURN! |
Burn, baby, BURN! |
Burn, baby, BURN! |
BURN! |
Yeah, we got that FIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE! |
Burn, baby, BURN! |
Burn, baby, BURN! |
Burn, baby, BURN! |
BURN! |
The roof, (the roof), the roof, (the roof), the roof, (the roof) |
I’ll heat ya block with heat so, hot, hot, hot… |
The roof, (the roof), the roof, (the roof), the roof, (the roof) |
Me squeeze one shot, and leave ya not, not, not… |
Anywhere you wanna do it, nigga we can get it poppin like a firecracker! |
But I’m wild, I get at cha, hit a nigga like a tractor, collapse ya, thrash ya |
Rat-a-tat ya, matter of fact ya — dead! |
Never comin back here, sendin out last year |
Took a look at the competition, there was none there |
So a nigga hit the hood, let it rumble in the streets |
To let everybody know, we keep heat! |
Nigga got that fire, fire baby! |
Got that fire fire baby! |
Got that fire, fire, baby! |
Got that fire, fire, baby! |
Got that fire, fire, baby! |
Got that fire, fire, baby! |
Got that fire, fire, baby! |
Got that fire, fire, baby, baby, baby… |
Try to test me and I bet you get burned! |
And at the same time learn, that I’m not that nigga |
Nigga on it for reala, you wanna deal with the killa |
Give the scrilla to me, really, I get 'em, I get up in 'em! |
They betta be able to handle the heat |
Cause we gon take it to a million degrees! |
Somebody betta go and call the fire department |
Them Bone niggas all knock shit on FIRE! |
Lil L-Burna finna burn it up, we got 'em runnin to the radio to turn it up! |
Like «is it really them thugs?» |
Yeah nigga this us! |
And when we come with the heat, we gon burn ya up! |
Finna do damage cause I’m a certified criminal |
I know it’s illegal, but I’ma leave a nigga critical |
Put the gun down, nigga we can get physical |
Bullshit, tricked ya — bang! |
You invisible! |
Disappear like the rest of these niggas that are turnin to ghosts |
Cause they can’t come close to the original nine-nine |
You know where to find mine, I’m strapped with a four-five |
I’m posted with that fire, fire, baby! |
That fire, fire, baby! |
That fire, fire, baby! |
That fire, fire, baby… |
I ain’t even gotta tell y’all niggas that the rhythm that I ride to the beat be |
scorchin! |
Like the middle of the summer, tryna sit on the porch, no shade and your body |
be torchin! |
Keep my name out ya mouth with that he say, she say, nigga better peep what we |
say! |
Fuck around and get caught up in the heatwave, y’all nigga better not try to be |
brave! |
Ahhhhh! |
Let me tell ya somthin, nigga, if the fire’s started |
I’m the nigga with the matches, let it flame up! |
Scare me, scare whoever shot, before you pull it |
Better know what you’re gon do and who’s who |
Guaranteed to bring the flames, got that fire |
When you’re listening, yes that-that fire, fire |
You don’t like me, so what? |
Act up, fire gon make ya hate me… |
Fuck sick shit up, move up, burn shit down, spark it up! |
Then ya lay down. |
cause I got that fire, fire, fire baby! |
Got that fire, fire, baby! |
Got that fire, fire, baby! |
Got that fire, fire, baby! |
Got that fire, fire, baby… |
And I’m old school, still don’t believe me |
Then ya let it all burn, then there’s no clues |
Gotta do what its gon do, and that’s burn, baby, burn! |
No questions, that’s juks, snitches talk, thugs get to walkin |
Them other niggas gon get served in the chalk |
But not me, no witnesses, thugs, so burn, burn! |