burn one down (gonna burn..) Burn one down (this song.. the fuck..) And I'm gonna burn one down (DOWN.. YEAH!) Burn one down [Styles P:] I don't care
than dem motherfuckers that yall see on T.V. and fuck what you heard this how sheek get down comes wit guns, shit im rhyming wit one on me now you never
holdin Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead rowdy I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one
before you hold each other's hands? You gonna walk with your enemy before you learn to walk with one another? How sick can you be? (Enemy) [Verse One
shirts, go bezerk From the Shao' borough, whylin out on the furlow Commando, styles thorough, solo inferno It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees Heads are underseas down
real ass niggaz get down, to all my niggaz locked down) SUUU! We still in here, nigga (Y'all gotta party, locked down in the street, nigga) Jamel, one
the air like this one time) One-two, this thing on right here (We ain't gonna stop) Can y'all hear me out there? (And we want every one in this motherfucker
? Brundle ? Fly from the fly part one to fly part two PsychoBetaP-Funk, got styles hard as tree trunks For real punk, you got a blunt, light it cause I need one And get down
isle is callin me P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me Ooh I be the super sperm Chim chimmeny chim chim
the greatest see the fact is, what you doing I did it lames trying to clone my style, run with it thats cool, I was the first one with it you deluded
kid Cut, bug up you and your baby because I blew Up the spot, Carl P gave me a clue Now we rocking 1-0-8 down to 88 point negative 2, ewe Big up the Offishall
, faught A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V And send me up a hub to a state facilities What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco
The more, the more The more that you appear (pharrell) g-r-i-p-p-i-n-p-i-n-e spell it bitch come on thats me i bring a burning sensation to the urban
know my style, you know my steelo (8X) Verse One: Erick Sermon I bring the ruckus for you brothers I jam like Smuckers Don't udder because my style
Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up? Stick around Yo
is Too $Hort baby I don't play that jack One young tender lost all hope I slapped her In the face with my dunkie rolls Another young sucka tried to front my style
