Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Keef G, Thin C - Tear the Roof Off lyrics
Keef G [Keef Griffin]
[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Keef G, Thin C - Tear the Roof Off lyrics]
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
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
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
They paid to say that snappy shit
Nigga that nappy shit
Gone off a fifth, it's your boy, Keef Griff
In the alley with that bum shit
Fuck a job shit
Bone scoop me up, give me the pill
Watch me run this
Dippin' like I'm Reggie Bush
Through your neighborhood
Five on the wood make it all go good
On stage where a nigga stood
I'm a Layzie, Krayzie nigga
So I Wish you would
Ride the 'Line motherfucker, try
And stop mine, stick to your crime
I'm from that West Coast sunshine
Born to rhyme
Still I struggle in these hard times
Who got a dime or a nickel
To help yo' nigga get up out
Of this pickle you see?
They call him Da Bum 'cause he from the slums
Straight from the gutter
Gettin his paper while you lookin' for 'em
He wants some beef with thirty
Skinny niggas strapped up
I steamroll 'em like a Mack truck
Man I'm leavin' these niggas stacked up
And they home, it's not hard to find 'em
Put that pistol to yo' head
And leave you absent-minded
I'm a hustler grindin'
All about perfect timin'
I'm complicated nigga, simple like Simon
Bone boys shinin', test the skill
Look a nigga up and down like
"Is you for real?"
Better chill or catch a reflex
Have a nigga on the ground screamin'
"Respect!"
Nigga you bound to get a hot one popped at ya
Froze from your head to toe
Like the Rocky statue
Too late to say that you ain't
Know that you was high-cappin'
Runnin' off at the lip - here's a tip bitch!
Backhands and combinations, they don't miss
I don't discriminate
I eliminate do you like Bush did Saddam
Crush your whole world
Catastrophic like a bomb
That's how the roof got tore
Off this motherfucker man
Burn, haters, burn (uh, uh let it burn)
Let that fire burn (uhh, uhh let it burn)
Burn, haters, burn (uhh, uhh)
Let that fire burn (uh, uh)
Uh, uh, let it burn (let that fire burn)
Uhh, uhh let it burn (burn, haters, burn)
Uhh, uhh
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
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
They paid to say that snappy shit
Nigga that nappy shit
Gone off a fifth, it's your boy, Keef Griff
In the alley with that bum shit
Fuck a job shit
Bone scoop me up, give me the pill
Watch me run this
Dippin' like I'm Reggie Bush
Through your neighborhood
Five on the wood make it all go good
On stage where a nigga stood
I'm a Layzie, Krayzie nigga
So I Wish you would
Ride the 'Line motherfucker, try
And stop mine, stick to your crime
I'm from that West Coast sunshine
Born to rhyme
Still I struggle in these hard times
Who got a dime or a nickel
To help yo' nigga get up out
Of this pickle you see?
They call him Da Bum 'cause he from the slums
Straight from the gutter
Gettin his paper while you lookin' for 'em
He wants some beef with thirty
Skinny niggas strapped up
I steamroll 'em like a Mack truck
Man I'm leavin' these niggas stacked up
And they home, it's not hard to find 'em
Put that pistol to yo' head
And leave you absent-minded
I'm a hustler grindin'
All about perfect timin'
I'm complicated nigga, simple like Simon
Bone boys shinin', test the skill
Look a nigga up and down like
"Is you for real?"
Better chill or catch a reflex
Have a nigga on the ground screamin'
"Respect!"
Nigga you bound to get a hot one popped at ya
Froze from your head to toe
Like the Rocky statue
Too late to say that you ain't
Know that you was high-cappin'
Runnin' off at the lip - here's a tip bitch!
Backhands and combinations, they don't miss
I don't discriminate
I eliminate do you like Bush did Saddam
Crush your whole world
Catastrophic like a bomb
That's how the roof got tore
Off this motherfucker man
Burn, haters, burn (uh, uh let it burn)
Let that fire burn (uhh, uhh let it burn)
Burn, haters, burn (uhh, uhh)
Let that fire burn (uh, uh)