Burn 'em down, burn 'em down, burn 'em down You're the one who's got to live with yourself You've got to Burn 'em down, burn 'em down, burn 'em down
Burn 'em down, Burn 'em down, Burn 'em down, you're the one who's got to live with yourself, you've got to Burn 'em down, Burn 'em down, Burn 'em down
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Burn 'em Down.
music Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down It's always off the chain man when I'm around I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough
Make Me Sick Man...Sick To Ma Stomach Man...! Every Time A Nigga Get Outta Line..I Put Em Right Back In Line Man! Niggas Think Jimmy Iovine Ma Boss..
ll burn that bridge before you can cross Heart burnin', still yearnin' There'll be no mercy for you once you've lost Now I'm all worn down by weeping
ya break ya down to were In front of the parkin lot I'm murderin niggas that point to shoot it If it ain't black owned than we loot it Burn this bitch down
To The Beat, Light It Up, Let It Burn When You Vibin' With Me, Gotta Keep It Real To Survive In These Streets, Come See It For Your Self How Live It
! Burn, baby, BURN! Burn, baby, BURN! Burn, baby, BURN! BURN! Yeah, we got that FIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE! Burn, baby, BURN! Burn, baby, BURN! Burn, baby, BURN
it off his ass, keep walkin fast. Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die, fuck it that's all I been all of my life. It's just T-H-U-G we be. And it
it better send it For the cops absorb you soul of course Praise to the pharoah Murder mo,curly I heard it lower and return it burn When our niggas still
Double-O If you got it, better flaunt it I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks And cock the Glock; it'll make you want it Come get it. And while you'
this nigga find me Y'all niggas know a murder-bound city See me when I'm servin' now, parlay it down Breakin' it down in the C-Town Spot 'em on the avenue
the best to do this within my age bracket Waka Flocka, Soulja Boy: none of 'em can match it That's it; jot it down, print it up and fax it And tell all
m the bomb bitch, ecstasy pop it And then I'm rollin' like Otto Rocket I got it, no hold up I got it I'm at the summit bitch, you'll never top it I'm
are a God's gift during beef With 15 cats where 16 caps wouldn't do it I need at least 150 rounds to lay them all down Dead forever Exposing their red
it's time to stuff his face Bag in that bitch thought of that little motherfucker till it suffocates, Who You, handeling the? tryna be so sick when the
