"Burn This City" as written by and Jr. Ronald Ferebee....
This Fire!
Burn This City!
This Fire!
Burn This City!
Burn This City!

This Fire!
Burn This City!
This Fire!
Burn This City!
Burn This City!

This fire is outta control
Where gonna burn this city burn this city (burn this city) [x4]

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, stop playin' wit me cannon in my hand
And I'll be damn if any man disrespect me on my land
Intercept a niggas plans ineffective ass nigga
I'm fi-fire man but I'll wet that ass nigga
My vessel pump liquor
I'm a special ass nigga
No frontin' I'm in front of these extra last niggas
I'm a extra bad nigga I'm a side ways shooter
Open up the Maserati fuck the highway troopas
Cause now a days dudes a run and tell a troopa
So I hope that same trooper come find you when I lose ya (hey)
These niggas talkin' out tha side of they medullas
Preserve a nigga put his body in a cooler
Turn him into ice call me Weezy the jeweler
Run up on me boy and get smoked like Buddha
Who the fuck wanna get it in ya next breathe
Gasoline on your door steps... Fire!


[During Chorus]
(Cause I'm the fireman fire for fireman)
(You can spark it up and I'ma put you out)
(Weezy allergic to winter time... Hot... Hot)

[Verse 2: Twista]
Niggas trip watch Twista, Weezy, and his daddy show em' heaven
Call the reverend
I'ma burn then up like 94 to 7 with a mac 11
Try to shoot up every part of you in my arsenal I'm an arsonist
On the 40 cal with the 50 clip uh uh you don't want no part of this
Any dude give a dude I'ma pop your oblongata
Call a doctor
Homie you are not Baby, not the Twista, and not the Carter
Don't be comin' to me actin' petty when I carry glocks to carve ya
Stop Tomorrow
You can break my hands I write with my mind you cant stop the author
Try to run up on the block why bother
I'ma shoot him the Pump then I go and throw his body in a ditch and wont nobody ever find you and wont nobody talk cause I'm a real street mobster
Ghetto gangstas that don't eat pasta
Only fuckin' with tha shrimp and tha lobsta
Murder tha pussy hole in ya boy when I'm dressed up like a roster
New Orleans and shot connect stay burnin' sticky
And we getting stomachs instead a getin' money that's why I'm on 50, shit
I only be fuckin' with niggas that's earnin' with me
If you try then you gon die, on fire, cause I'm so high watch how we burn this city


[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
(Uh Huh.. Uh Huh Yea Yea)
Sicka than a bird flu I am the Birdman Jr.
And you niggas just bird food
We livin' in a whirlpool u gotta eat or get ate
And you look like bait
Don't you stick one hand over the gate
This dog treat you niggas just like steak... Dinner
I'm that nigga take a break
My fuck up is a perfect mistake... I'm great
Murder renegade music my flow stupid
I'm cold I spit mucous
I'm tight like suchus, righteous, rootless strapped, shoot'cha
We rich sue us
Snitch leave em
Bitch sue us
Pushin' up daisies, roses, petunias
Weights, funerals, service, communion
I'm hotta than the mother fuckin' hot boys reunion... Weezy

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"Burn This City" as written by Ronald Ferebee

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