The Game - Burn NY lyrics

Nigga Usher said Let it Burn, So I'ma
Let this shit Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn
Nigga Haze said Let it Burn, So I'ma
Let the streets Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn
Funk Flex said Let it Burn, So I'ma
Let the city Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn
Kay Slay said Let it Burn, So I'ma
Let New York Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn

I'm on fire, fully on fire
My dawgs up north hear this, they gonna riot
I'm talking Red Cross
P.O.'s in their riot gear
What's this I'm hearing
New York's Big yea?
Well now I'm here, ain't you glad?
All my dudes that held it down


I want to thank you fam
Thank you Kiss, WOW that's some gangsta shit
I'm going hard for New York
Until they clank my wrists
Again
And since Wayne caught his locked
Up inside my pen
I've been watching from the side
I've been taking it in
Now I'm playing to win
I ain't playin' nigga
Play me I aim at your chin
Then I'm straight to the pen
Do my time, come home and I'ma make it again
Glad to see Kim and Jim making amends
Niggas makin em ends
Instead of hatin on friends
We can all be Dame Dash and Jay on the bench
Throw my Yankee on
Then I straighten the brim
Niggas disrespect my city
Then he takin a swim
Got it fucked up looking for a King
One buried in Brooklyn
The other's in Sing-Sing

Nigga Usher said Let it Burn, So I'ma
Let this shit Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn
Mr.C said Let it Burn, So I'ma
Let the streets Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn
Clue said Let it Burn, So I'ma
Let the city Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn
Mel said Let it Burn, So I'ma
Let New York Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn

Nigga we can take it back
To Illmatic or God's Son
Or we can blaze one for Big L
The good die young
Us niggas, in the Bronx
Talking bout "Why Pun?"
Everybody mama in the hood talking "My Son"
Nope it's Mysonne, the hood's rap icon
New York's been dark and I'm back
To turn the lights on
Back to when Tyson had us
Like "Yo the fight's on"
The fresh champion hoodie with my spikes on
With my christ on, gettin my dice on
Nigga it's the Bronx
You know I got my knife on
I rep the sewers and subways
Till I'm under that
Drop the beat
Yo Flex let's bring the tunnel back
My city's shitty, sometimes my city's Diddy
Sometimes we cock hammers and get
To the nitty gritty
Niggas dying out in New York
Looking for a King
He's buried in Brooklyn
The other's in Sing-Sing

Nigga Usher said Let it Burn, So I'ma
Let this shit Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn
The boy MB said Let it Burn, So
I'ma let the streets Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn
Absolute said Let it Burn, So I'ma
Let the city Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn
Silkk said Let it Burn, So I'ma
Let New York Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn

What you niggas wanna hear about
The lights and shit?
How I be all up in my
Mink with my ice and shit?
Nah I’m too gully, yea the Bronx bully
Knockin on your door with the
Goons and the fully
On some Larry Davis shit
Shooting through the door
What you expect? It's the apple
We rotten to the core
Funk Flex
It's time to kill two birds with one stone
Yo Fif, "Hate it or love it"
You and Game should do a song
Somebody tell Joe that Mys ain't with the BS
We both from the BX, so it's still TS
That's for the Cuban nigga and my Cubans
Sometimes it gets wild out here, Rick Rubin
On the FDR, the six
Moving, two strikers, Rikers
Lifers
Can't be stupid
So next time you get lost lookin for a king
Take a ride to Brooklyn
To visit the Sing-Sing

Nigga Usher said Let it Burn, So I'ma
Let this shit Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn
My girl Angie said Let it Burn, So
I'ma let the streets Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn
Funk Styles said Let it Burn, So I'ma
Let the city Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn
Kutt said Let it Burn, So I'ma
Let New York Burn, Burn, Burn
Burn