Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let 'Em Burn, artist - Hot Boys.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Let 'Em Burn |
H-beezy in this motherfucker man |
Fa sheezy nigga come here to burn this whole motherfuckin city down |
Know what I’m sayin, see what I’m sayin' slugga |
We bad than a motherfucker |
If I got a problem with a nigga I’m gon' tell him to his face |
Fuck holdin it in on my chest, heelin' the case |
I don’t hang with too many niggas cause some niggas is fake |
I’ll have you in some shit that you can never escape |
Look, all them motherfuckers be throwin' them hailmarries |
A nigga make you think he bout it, but the ho is scary |
You know how that be, talkin' that shit to they clique |
But if you catch 'em by theyself they transform to a bitch |
Nothin but T tellin me «what's happenin' Juvey» |
Smokin cause they heard the click clack of my oozie |
Choosin cause you not rememberin' what you said |
You was fuckin' clean over me nigga now I feel played |
Now where the iron at, where the ho mouth at |
You think you walkin' away from here, bitch I doubt that |
I got you stranded, I got you stuck out |
You never thought that Juve would show up at your duck out what now? |
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga |
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga |
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga |
(All these niggas stealin' Fresh tracks) We let 'em burn nigga |
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga |
(All these niggas hatin' Cash Money) We let 'em burn nigga |
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga |
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga |
Give me a can of gas, a torch, my strap and Im gon' ride |
Once I find who I’m lookin' for I’ll set 'em on fire |
Searchin for niggas out there disrespectin' the game |
It’s gon' get real, we don’t clear that reppin' off our name |
I’m genuine, I got the right to say I’m hot |
I feel steam through the process burnin beamers at the cops |
Geezy been through it, if I said I done it you gon believe I did do it |
Everyday hood shit I lived through it |
I don’t throw a brick and hide my hand |
If I make a statement I can stand up and back it up like a man |
Swimmin' with sharks, drinkin' with gorillas, playin capers with snakes, I’m |
Affiliated with killers |
Player haters I drop 'em, Slim I got 'em |
I chooka chooka chop 'em, chooka chooka chop 'em |
I hope you people smart, and they got life insuarance |
Cause I catch ya down, strike a match and let you burn |
Is you ready for this guerrilla war? |
I don’t think so |
Hit your block with fifty shots, see nothin' but gunsmoke |
Slip up and you get popped and gon' be no second chances |
Do filled and get filled, so take it like a man and |
Waht you gon' do when the tables turn nigga |
Better be ready shoot and let 'em burn nigga |
Fuck wit' the wrong dude and you gon' learn nigga |
Get out of order and you get what you earn nigga |
I’m untamed, I be wilin' the streets thuggin' |
Me and Lil' Wayne, two young niggas that can’t be trusted |
Even though I’m young I’m still a hard hitta' |
Soulja out Magnolia, bitch nigga wig-splitta |
A nigga who kill ya and dump ya body in the river |
So they don’t know that I did ya in and |
Any nigga come in that water for ya, nigga they drownin' |
Pass the sets nigga it’ll be you that I’m downin' |
I went in with all these killas so all I know is head bustin' |
Keep a gun and I pull the trigger clear the block in a hurry |
All that unnecessary jaw-jabbin' I let my pistol bark at 'em |
Never thought niggas would start static bring that guerrilla war at em |
The danger boys pull out the heat |
And hit they street and just gon flame the boys |
Them niggas from the U.P.T. |
you just can’t tame the boys |
Them niggas from the C.M.B. |
they iron slangers boy |
Better whatch out, whtach out |
Pull up on the set and just hop out with the Glock out |
Leave a nigga wet and flip they block out and shot out |
Bullets be hummin', my niggas be stompin' |
Cowards be runnin like them «woop» people comin |
Got a? |
with a drum in em with a fire suit on |
Come from up top the fire truck and let my rockets shoot off |
Chopper knockin' you off, bullets turnin' up |
Ain’t no stopin' them HB’s cause we burnin' up |