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Wicked Dem a Burn: Best of Horace Andy (Horace Andy) · Fire Fire Burn Dem (Isaac Maya) · Burn Burn (Lostprophets) · Burn, Burn [CD #2] (Lostprophets) · ...Burn, Piano Island, Burn (The Blood Brothers) · Burn Burn [Bonus Tracks] [CD/DVD] (Our Lady Peace) · Burn, Berlin, Burn (Atari Teenage Riot) · Burn Baby Burn (The Trammps) · Burn! K-Doe, Burn! (Ernie K-Doe) · Burn, Piano Island. Burn [CD/DVD] (The Blood Brothers) – and 90 other albums »


and abuse me
a leave dem wid a frown

See yah
Ghetto youths mi a beg you be wise
cuase pirates they will strike by night
And want come trick you you
and abuse me
a leave dem wid a frown

See yah
Ghetto youths mi a beg you be wise
cuase pirates they will strike by night
And want come trick you you
go burn
SLR him get horny an' a skin him waan burn
.380 sit down and a look an' him a learn
All who na listen seh dem going pay fe learn

Oonu seh
bullshit
Ay Selai for the righteous but the wicked are to perish
With them burn the gun and them whole poli-tricks
Half the people dem a turn and half
bullshit
Ay Selai for the righteous but the wicked are to perish
With them burn the gun and them whole poli-tricks
Half the people dem a turn and half
And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me

[Chorus]

Hit by, stars, hit by, cars
Drunk
And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me

[Chorus]

Hit by, stars, hit by, cars
Drunk
And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me

[Chorus]

Hit by, stars, hit by, cars
Drunk
of what ya mouth, told
Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D
And you can sweat from a burn in the third
the office
Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es
When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious
Never trust grimy-ass New Yorkers
And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me

[Chorus]

Hit by, stars, hit by, cars
Drunk
And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me

[Chorus]

Hit by, stars, hit by, cars
Drunk
And you can sweat from a burn in the third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep then you sweat from me

[Chorus]

Hit by, stars, hit by, cars
Drunk
plaques in the office
Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es
When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious
Never trust grimy-ass
only concerned for tables to turn
When the people learn the truth about the system, the cities will burn
And I stand firm, like chaka zulu, these
car
But you can’t spell war without an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart
By 21 they said I’d be inside a graveyard
Can’t wait to get that black
Meshach, Black 
Thought the nappy cat a bookworm shoe styles like sperm 
Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm burn 
The herb sticks like wicks,
You and I we belong, if we choose to get along
Still we always bring our bullshit home
Time is passing us by holding onto you tight
I ain't
kid Drag strike a light
F*** five mics; my fire burn the wire
'Cause we the n****s that plug
Wrap 'em in the rug
Flames mini blowing on my hands
the office
Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es
When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious
Never trust grimy-ass New Yorkers
like government cheese

Spray off Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's
More plate on the back, straight squeezin' a Mak
In the hood they identify n****z by
the dungeon for these many months
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pass around dem blunts
Had to cut it out like shears, but for years I used to burn 'em
this guy
The best buy in any Best Buy
I'll straight burn the place down like a throwback Left Eye
Ahead of the class, nobody ever left I
I'm so
these triggas, ya figure ya bad
Bellin out Black Haven but I double dem bucks in yo ass, instead
Triple muthafuckin 6, in the muthafuckin ?pl-zay?
For
the Black Boogey Man
Manic mad musician, maker of noise
That's jocked, by your homeboys
I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around
I was