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Burn Baby Burn Lyrics - Singles - L.g. Wise

I ain't afraid to say, like you ain't afraid to hate 

Wanna tell you face to face 

Better turn or you won't see heaven's gate 

 

Wanna go to war with the Mormons 

Wanna take a bath with the catholics 

Gonna find yo'self in a burning hell 

Where them demons laughin' 

 

And they got you and they hit you on the slow-mo 

They got you suckers in a cell screamin', oh no 

And so I write with my pen, hope you repent for your sin 

Can't take your pills and bottle of gin in case you can't get in 

 

Don't wanna see you burn, want to see you turn, baby 

And if you don't, you'll be screaming like a little lady 

Now do you hear me, Shady, 'cause it ain't all gravy 

And one day wishing, and you screaming, Jesus Christ, save me 

 

Burn baby burn, that's right, we said it 

If you don't turn, you better not forget it 

Burn baby burn, you wanna play with God 

If you don't turn, you suckers think you hard 

 

Burn baby burn, you know it's holy war 

If you don't turn, my father's gonna settle the score 

Burn baby burn, na na, now what? Na, na, now what? 

Check it out 

 

I'm teachin' cats, how to live with wife and the kids 

Not doin' time on the bids, 'cause son, I know how it is 

I spent my time in Riker's Island too 

Never seen a smiling crew, they wanna slither you 

 

You know how Riker's Island do, dudes get in they face 

Slithered and livin' with scars 

The only dreams that they livin' is dreamin' life without bars 

And son, they gotta wake up 

And then they eat to keep they weight up 

 

The stress got 'em losing their mind, about to break up 

You rappers ain't feelin' me, say no room for me in the industry 

But it's clear to see, what the indy is missin' is me 

You rappers got the same flow, talk about the same moan 

 

About your little dough, we know how the story go 

I know just what I'm doin' and who I'm doin' it for 

I spit it real for my kids, just like I spit it for yours 

And for the ones feelin' like blowin' a hole in they head 

 

Feelin' like they better off dead, ever since you got your deal 

Ever since you made your mil', your gift was meant to heal 

But still you wanna kill, talk about your purple pills 

Rolling through your purple hills, I ain't gonna front 

 

'Cause you phonies can't keep it real 

You wanna holla back, then get at me, dog 

Finally somebody got the gall 

To spit it to y'all, let's ride out 

 

Burn baby burn, that's right, we said it 

If you don't turn, you better not forget it 

Burn baby burn, you wanna play with God 

If you don't turn, you suckers think you hard 

 

Burn baby burn, you know it's holy war 

If you don't turn, my father's gonna settle the score 

Burn baby burn, na na, now what? Na, na, now what? 

Check it out 

 

The ghetto ain't fabulous and yet you tellin' us 

How you came straight from the gutter and how we gotta bust 

I've saw behind the bars, you know they life is scarred 

And how they 'bout to lose they life by fightin' on the yard 

 

They lookin' through the fence, you on the other side 

On MTV you makin' mil's and still you gonna lie 

And you don't even know just what we goin' through 

And if you do then you should come and help us make it through 

 

Now have you ever had a partner to die, to see their momma cry 

Kids at their casket with the tears in they eye 

And if you do now, tell me how they gonna make it 

And when they feel they can't take it 

Because they know they can't shake it 

 

You just another big lying talking brother 

Don't care about these mothers or if we kill each other 

Number 1 like Nell, you can be on TRL 

But if you don't switch it up, you can still go to vroom 

 

Burn baby burn, that's right, we said it 

If you don't turn, you better not forget it 

Burn baby burn, you wanna play with God 

If you don't turn, you suckers think you hard 

 

Burn baby burn, you know it's holy war 

If you don't turn, my father's gonna settle the score 

Burn baby burn, na na, now what? Na, na, now what? 

Check it out 

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