-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
For the Menensky tribe worldwide (Will you please sing along with the old negro spiritual?)
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire/We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter
-Bizzy Bone-
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 clique/ 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-
-Bizzy Bone-
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-
