(This Roof Is) On Fire

For the Menensky tribe, worldwide

Will you please sing along with the old negro spiritual?

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter

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 **** 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, oh, 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', **** millennium 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 **** 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 click

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

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter

Gather up gas masks for biological war, we know a whiff of the shit will make you wither for show

**** 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 Millennium, 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

Killer forget it's in Heaven's Movie was it? Lose the Lord's coveaent

I'm huggin' it and I'ma duck and trust I'm all thuggish as fuck

Uh what **** 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

(Now what I want ch'all to do is I want y'all, put y'all muthafuckin' lighters in the air)

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter

(Keep their bitches up there, fuck wit cho' lil' ****)

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter