Bizzy Bone: (The roof is) On fire

For the Menensky tribe worldwide(will you please sing along with the old negro spiritual?)[Chorus 2x]The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighterIt ain't a thug those that's livin that is realer than the villainWitha million still killin dealin and all for the childrenCame out of Cleveland with Steven,and even my peoples was creepin,but now they reapin, seepin, retreatin, deletinDid ya feel em give my niggaz the fist and,keep the pistol grippedNow whistle if you need me and quick I'm there for murder and mayhemLook out for lay manHis trigger finger itchin' to lay themHis trigger finger itchin' to lay themDon't run to lose your lifeEnjoyI ain't fuckin 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 actionThe murder and mashin,Nigga milennium fashion blastin' over trash50 thousand dollars cashAs fast as you can smashStabbed in the back and anxiety attacksFlash through the childhood relax and,react it be like that nigga you know that prescribin me prozacForgive but never forgetSin yeh even within the thin begin againWith that pretty little bitch in your clickUh spittin' demonish shitHey baby you need a friendand act a little bit feminine take the fatigues offFuck the club even the six it's hellishI be the one to tell it lust for the thugsWho be fuckin withseven....seven....seven....seven....seven....seven....seven....seven....[Chorus 2x]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 warWe know a whiff of the shit will make you wither fo sho'Niggaz in the C.O.We livin' in this AB World 144 thousand full of tribesWith the last word (SHUT UP!)The book of old it got 'em thinkin that they crackin codeOh no pin it computers ain't pinnin the MilleniumYour future youth be the truth in the musicYou better your soul triple stage darkness in the unsolved encoreLittle E, B.I.G., Tupac ShakurMurdered in CaliforniaNeed I say moreKilla forget it's in Heaven'z Movie was it?Lose the Lord's covanentI'm huggin it and Imma duck and trust I'm all thuggish as fuckUh what nigga bust and up by creepin on a come upEternally stressed my faces of death for the world warYes quiet on the set the shoots expiredThe Roof is on fire...We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighterWe don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighterNow what I want ch'all to do is I want y'allput y'all muthafuckin lighters in the airKeep their bitches up there, fuck wit cho - lil' nigga...[Chorus 6x]The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.