Thin C - Tear the Roof Off lyrics

[Intro: Thin C] Let it burn (burn, haters, burn) Uh, uh, let it burn (let that fire burn) Uhh, uhh.. let it burn (burn, haters, burn) Uhh, uhh [Thin C] Rest is for the restless, sleep is for the dead Thin C in this b**h, puttin lame n***as to bed You catchin hot ones to your dome for the stupid sh** you said The game goes wrong when you're snitchin, to the Feds "k** all rats" - that's how Pistol Pete say it The roof's on fire? Let the motherf**er burn Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's your turn Slap these n***as with a pistol grip and lay 'em on the curb [Krayzie Bone] I keep n***as charisma left blurry, b**hes is lookin at me leary Feelin weary as we sink 'em, to the bottom of Lake Erie, hear me One lyrical genius man, I mean I'm the meanest See how they swing on my penis, watch how they sing and try to be us Yeah, we them n***as that like to f** up the party Already drunk off Bacardi and start sh** with everybody-body You wanna battle me n***a? You better come check my f**in status my n***a You hoes ain't got lyrics to handle me n***a Man I got styles, styles, and many styles To make you get down, get down, get down When you see that black Caddy better respect (respect) It's the Granddaddy of the Midwest [Keith G] What, what, Keith G They paid to say that snappy sh**, n***a that nappy sh** Gone off a fifth, it's your boy, Keith Griff' In the alley with that Bum sh**, f** a job sh** Bone scoop me up, give me the pill, watch me run this Dippin like I'm Reggie Bush, through your neighborhood Five on the wood make it all go good On stage where a n***a stood I'm a +Layzie+ +Krayzie+ n***a, so I +Wish+ you would Ride the 'Line motherf**er, try and stop mine, stick to your crime I'm from that West Coast sunshine, born to rhyme Still I struggle in these hard times, who got a dime or a nickel To help yo' n***a get up out of this pickle; you see? [Layzie Bone] They call him Da Bum cause he from the slums Straight from the gutter, gettin his paper while you lookin for him He wants some beef with thirty skinny n***as strapped up I steamroll 'em like a Mack truck, man I'm leavin these n***as stacked up And they home, it's not hard to find 'em Put that pistol to yo' head and leave you absent-minded I'm a hustler grindin, all about perfect timin I'm complicated n***a, simple like Simon Bone boys shinin, test the sk** Look a n***a up and down like, "Is you for real?" Better chill or catch a reflex Have a n***a on the ground screamin, "Respect!" [Thin C] n***a you bound to get a hot one popped at ya Froze from your head to toe like the Rocky statue Too late to say that you ain't know that you was high-cappin Runnin off at the lip - here's a tip b**h! Backhands and combinations, they don't miss I don't discriminate, I eliminate; do you like Bush did Saddam Crush your whole world, catastrophic like a bomb That's how the roof got tore off this motherf**er man [Outro: Thin C] Burn, haters, burn (uh, uh.. let it burn) Let that fire burn (uhh, uhh.. let it burn) Burn, haters, burn (uhh, uhh) Let that fire burn (uh, uh)