文本歌词

Burn NY - The Game (Jayceon)
Ni**a Usher said Let it Burn So I'ma let this sh*t Burn Burn Burn Burn
Ni**a Haze said Let it Burn So I'ma let the streets Burn Burn Burn Burn
Funk Flex said Let it Burn So I'ma let the city Burn Burn Burn Burn
Kay Slay said Let it Burn So I'ma let New York Burn Burn Burn Burn
I'm on fire fully on fire
My dawgs up north hear this they gonna riot
I'm talking Red Cross P O 's in their riot gear
What's this I'm hearing New York's Big yea
Well now I'm here ain't you glad
All my dudes that held it down I want to thank you fam
Thank you Kiss WOW that's some gangsta sh*t
I'm going hard for New York until they clank my wrists again
And since Wayne caught his locked up inside my pen
I've been watching from the side I've been taking it in
Now I'm playing to win I ain't playin' ni**a
Play me I aim at your chin then I'm straight to the pen
Do my time come home and I'ma make it again
Glad to see Kim and Jim making amends
Niggas makin em ends instead of hatin on friends
We can all be Dame Dash and Jay on the bench
Throw my Yankee on then I straighten the brim
Niggas disrespect my city then he takin a swim
Got it f**ked up looking for a King
One buried in Brooklyn the other's in Sing-Sing
Ni**a Usher said Let it Burn So I'ma let this sh*t Burn Burn Burn Burn
Mr C said Let it Burn So I'ma let the streets Burn Burn Burn Burn
Clue said Let it Burn So I'ma let the city Burn Burn Burn Burn
Mel said Let it Burn So I'ma let New York Burn Burn Burn Burn
Ni**a we can take it back to Illmatic or God's Son
Or we can blaze one for Big L the good die young
Us niggas in the Bronx talking bout 'Why Pun '
Everybody mama in the hood talking 'My Son'
Nope it's Mysonne the hood's rap icon
New York's been dark and I'm back to turn the lights on
Back to when Tyson had us like 'Yo the fight's on'
The fresh champion hoodie with my spikes on
With my christ on gettin my dice on
Ni**a it's the Bronx you know I got my knife on
I rep the sewers and subways till I'm under that
Drop the beat yo Flex let's bring the tunnel back
My city's shitty sometimes my city's Diddy
Sometimes we cock hammers and get to the nitty gritty
Niggas dying out in New York looking for a King
He's buried in Brooklyn the other's in Sing-Sing
Ni**a Usher said Let it Burn So I'ma let this sh*t Burn Burn Burn Burn
The boy MB said Let it Burn So I'ma let the streets Burn Burn Burn Burn
Absolute said Let it Burn So I'ma let the city Burn Burn Burn Burn
Silkk said Let it Burn So I'ma let New York Burn Burn Burn Burn
What you niggas wanna hear about the lights and sh*t
How I be all up in my mink with my ice and sh*t
Nah I'm too gully yea the Bronx bully
Knockin on your door with the goons and the fully
On some Larry Davis sh*t shooting through the door
What you expect It's the apple we rotten to the core
Funk Flex it's time to kill two birds with one stone
Yo Fif 'Hate it or love it' you and Game should do a song
Somebody tell Joe that Mys ain't with the BS
We both from the BX so it's still TF
That's for the Cuban ni**a and my Cubans
Sometimes it gets wild out here Rick Rubin
On the FDR the six moving two strikers Rikers Lifers
Can't be stupid so next time you get lost lookin for a king
Take a ride to Brooklyn to visit the Sing-Sing
Ni**a Usher said Let it Burn So I'ma let this sh*t Burn Burn Burn Burn
My girl Angie said Let it Burn So I'ma let the streets Burn Burn Burn Burn
Funk Styles said Let it Burn So I'ma let the city Burn Burn Burn Burn
Kutt said Let it Burn So I'ma let New York Burn Burn Burn Burn