[Talkin':]
For the Menensky tribe worldwide
(will you please sing along with the old negro spiritual?)


[Chorus x2:]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.

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

[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone a.k.a B. B. Gamibino]

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 ^!$$%z 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 $#&@in around and makin the noise,
but better believe I'll get up and leave and keep my poise

(O 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,
^!$$% milennium 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 (*##$ in your click
Uh spittin' demonish %#@!
Hey baby you need a friend

and act a little bit feminine take the fatigues off
$#&@ the club even the six it's hellish
I be the one to tell it lust for the thugs

Who be $#&@in with
seven... seven... seven... seven...
seven... seven... seven... seven...


[Chorus: x2]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.

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

[Verse 2: Bizzy Bone a.k.a B. B. Gamibino]

Gather up gas masks for biological war
We know a whiff of the %#@! will make you wither fo sho'
^!$$%z 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 Millenium
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

Killa forget it's in Heaven'z Movie was it?
Lose the Lord's covanent
I'm huggin it and Imma duck and trust I'm all thuggish as $#&@

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


[Talkin':]
Now what I want ch'all to do is I want y'all

put y'all mutha$#&@in lighters in the air
Keep their (*##$es up there, $#&@ wit cho - lil' ^!$$%...

[Chorus: x6]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.

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