Bone Thugs N Harmony Tear The Roof Off Lyrics

Tear The Roof Off Lyrics

[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 C]

Rest is for the restless, sleep is for
the dead

Thin C in this bitch, puttin lame niggaz to bed

You
catchin hot ones to your dome for the stupid shit you said

The game goes
wrong when you're snitchin, to the Feds

"Kill all rats" - that's how
Pistol Pete say it

The roof's on fire? Let the motherfucker burn

Mo
Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's your turn

Slap these niggaz with a pistol
grip and lay 'em on the curb



[Krayzie Bone]

I keep niggaz
charisma left blurry, bitches is lookin at me leary

Feelin weary as we
sink 'em, to the bottom of Lake Erie, hear me

One lyrical genius man, I
mean I'm the meanest

See how they swing on my penis, watch how they sing
and try to be us

Yeah, we them niggaz that like to fuck up the party

Already drunk off Bacardi and start shit with everybody-body

You wanna
battle me nigga? You better come check my fuckin status my nigga

You hoes
ain't got lyrics to handle me nigga

Man I got styles, styles, and many
styles

to make you get down, get down, get down

When you see that
black Caddy better respect (respect)

It's the Granddaddy of the
Midwest



[Keith G]

What, what, Keith G

They paid to say
that snappy shit, nigga that nappy shit

Gone off a fifth, it's your boy,
Keith Griff'

In the alley with that Bum shit, fuck a job shit

Bone
scoop me up, give me the pill, watch me run this

Dippin like I'm Reggie
Bush, through your neighborhood

Five on the wood make it all go good

On stage where a nigga stood

I'm a (Layzie) (Krayzie) nigga, so I
(Wish) you would

Ride the 'Line motherfucker, try and stop mine, stick to
your crime

I'm from that West Coast sunshine, born to rhyme

Still I
struggle in these hard times, who got a dime or a nickel

to help yo'
nigga get up out of this pickle; you see?



[Layzie Bone]

They
call him Da Bum cause he from the slums

Straight from the gutter, gettin
his paper while you lookin for him

He wants some beef with thirty skinny
niggaz strapped up

I steamroll 'em like a Mack truck, man I'm leavin
these niggaz stacked up

And they home, it's not hard to find 'em

Put that pistol to yo' head and leave you absent-minded

I'm a hustler
grindin, all about perfect timin

I'm complicated nigga, simple like
Simon

Bone boys shinin, test the skill

Look a nigga up and down
like, "Is you for real?"

Better chill or catch a reflex

Have a
nigga on the ground screamin, "Respect!"



[Thin C]

Nigga you
bound to get a hot one popped at ya

Froze from your head to toe like the
Rocky statue

Too late to say that you ain't know that you was
high-cappin

Runnin off at the lip - here's a tip bitch!

Backhands
and combinations, they don't miss

I don't discriminate, I eliminate; do
you like Bush did Saddam

Crush your whole world, catastrophic like a
bomb

That's how the roof got tore off this motherfucker man



[Outro: Thin C]

Burn, haters, burn (uh, uh.. let it burn)

Let
that fire burn (uhh, uhh.. let it burn)

Burn, haters, burn (uhh, uhh)

Let that fire burn (uh, uh)