[Intro: Thin C & Krayzie Bone]
Let it burn (burn, haters, burn)
Uh, uh, let it burn (let that fire burn)
Uhh, uhh.. let it burn (burn, haters, burn)
Uhh, uhh
[Verse 1: Thin C]
Rest is for the restless, sleep is for the dead
Thin C in this bitch, puttin' lame niggas to bed
You catchin' hot ones to your dome for the stupid shit you said
The game goes wrong when you're snitchin' to the Feds
'Kill all rats,' that's how Pistol Pete say it
The roof's on fire? Let the motherfucker burn
Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's your turn
Slap these niggas with a pistol grip and lay 'em on the curb
[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
I keep niggas charisma left blurry, bitches is lookin at me leary
Feelin' weary as we sink 'em, to the bottom of Lake Erie, hear me
One lyrical genius man, I mean I'm the meanest
See how they swing on my penis, watch how they sing and try to be us
Yeah, we them niggas that like to fuck up the party
Already drunk off Bacardi and start shit with everybody-body
You wanna battle me nigga? You better come check my fuckin' status, my nigga
You hoes ain't got lyrics to handle me, nigga
Man, I got styles, styles, and many styles
To make you get down, get down, get down
When you see that black Caddy better respect (respect)
It's the Granddaddy of the Midwest
Let it burn (burn, haters, burn)
Uh, uh, let it burn (let that fire burn)
Uhh, uhh.. let it burn (burn, haters, burn)
Uhh, uhh
[Verse 1: Thin C]
Rest is for the restless, sleep is for the dead
Thin C in this bitch, puttin' lame niggas to bed
You catchin' hot ones to your dome for the stupid shit you said
The game goes wrong when you're snitchin' to the Feds
'Kill all rats,' that's how Pistol Pete say it
The roof's on fire? Let the motherfucker burn
Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's your turn
Slap these niggas with a pistol grip and lay 'em on the curb
[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
I keep niggas charisma left blurry, bitches is lookin at me leary
Feelin' weary as we sink 'em, to the bottom of Lake Erie, hear me
One lyrical genius man, I mean I'm the meanest
See how they swing on my penis, watch how they sing and try to be us
Yeah, we them niggas that like to fuck up the party
Already drunk off Bacardi and start shit with everybody-body
You wanna battle me nigga? You better come check my fuckin' status, my nigga
You hoes ain't got lyrics to handle me, nigga
Man, I got styles, styles, and many styles
To make you get down, get down, get down
When you see that black Caddy better respect (respect)
It's the Granddaddy of the Midwest
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