制作
歌词
Homie where you see that?
Biting we don't G that
Homie, why you thief that?
The streets is where we eat at
Where you get you style from?
Why don't you pay homage?
Give that man his props boy
Or we burn this down bitch
BURN THIS MOTHER FUCKER DOWN
Gasoline and kerosine fuck your scene burn everything
Kill your idols and I sing
Burn this motherfucking show bodies buried 6 below
Slaughterhouse and let it go
Pound for pound or toe to toe
BURN THIS MOTHERFUCKER DOWN
The streets they don't believe you
Go and get more people
Go and live that lie boy we know you are see through
All of you are son sons
You know where it comes from
Praise you father give thanks
Before we burn this down bitch
BURN THIS MOTHER FUCKER DOWN
