loaded, automatic 6 Benz Candy paint, foreign lights with my bitch in Born hustlin', too big, nigga, to size me up Can't stop me, more money, burn 'em
soldier, night time rider, 911 survivor,yeah I feel u, and who am I to try to keep hope alive When I'm seeing dead babies floating by Damn, burning
cream silly, go for delf What you like how we go back to Cali, kick a suede walking billy Hoes like big Willy in their Pelle Pelle Pelle Fonzarelli, I burn
What did you want, how could I guess? You wanted more, I gave you less A miracle is all I need A bush to burn, a stone to bleed Walking on water Water
' And I done some time Since I came down from Oregon There's a lesson or two I've learned By standing in the road alone Standing watching the fires burn
Rum, and Greed Oh a great fire was burned, to let the smoke rise And show the Six Nations the code was still alive Way Down Deep in the Bush We Oh hi
know the earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me Much
The snipers are passed out In the bushes again I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned Before the riots started 'Cause there's only rehashed faces On the
[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
like weed 223 reasons to bleed, yes indeed, im a ghetto boy, thats right everybody knows im a G, im what you niggas are supposed to be, burn rubber right after i burn
carry a couple oxes Keep a duece-deuce by his ankle and get it popping You know, we be the boys clocking the graveyard shift Big bundles, counting our CREAM, burning
his brains out Till they're good and good and Good and done He's running He's running He's running He's running He run from burning bushes He run from
This was big for us Forever changing you and me Allow me to be ambiguous Though I can't stand ambiguity I'll beat around this burning bush Trying to
in our face Racial profiling send me straight to the island Hit me with the night stick, the captain start smiling The foul smell of the ghetto will burn
drink and drive I'm not a beginner, amateur or local My album is sellin', because of my vocals You know what you need to learn? Old school artists don't always burn
muschi, so you can't squish No where near toosh, in fact if I jump out a bush And sneak attack's the only was I say I am bush Outlandish are these
supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
don't blow reggie bush, neva would This heavy kush, oh you got some too?... very good With a grinder... we grinders, top rhymers Definers, drop gems so timeless Burn