Tear The Roof Off Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

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 

Rest is for the restless, sleep is for the dead 

Thin C in this bitch, puttin lame niggaz to bed 

You catchin hot ones to your dome for the stupid shit you said 

The game goes wrong when you're snitchin, to the Feds 

"Kill all rats" - that's how Pistol Pete say it 

The roof's on fire? Let the motherfucker burn 

Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's your turn 

Slap these niggaz with a pistol grip and lay 'em on the curb 

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I keep niggaz charisma left blurry, bitches 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 niggaz that like to fuck up the party 

Already drunk off Bacardi and start shit with everybody-body 

You wanna battle me nigga? You better come check my fuckin status my nigga 

You hoes ain't got lyrics to handle me nigga 

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 

Photos 

What, what, Keith G 

They paid to say that snappy shit, nigga that nappy shit 

Gone off a fifth, it's your boy, Keith Griff' 

In the alley with that Bum shit, fuck a job shit 

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 nigga stood 

I'm a (Layzie) (Krayzie) nigga, so I (Wish) you would 

Ride the 'Line motherfucker, 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' nigga get up out of this pickle; you see? 

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 niggaz strapped up 

I steamroll 'em like a Mack truck, man I'm leavin these niggaz 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 nigga, simple like Simon 

Bone boys shinin, test the skill 

Look a nigga up and down like, "Is you for real?" 

Better chill or catch a reflex 

Have a nigga on the ground screamin, "Respect!" 

Nigga 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 bitch! 

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 motherfucker man 

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)