For the Menensky tribe worldwide 

(will you please sing along with the old negro spiritual?)



[Chorus 2x]

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter



It ain't a thug those that's livin that is realer than the villain

Witha million still killin dealin and all for the children

Came out of Cleveland with Steven,

and even my peoples was creepin,

but now they reapin, seepin, retreatin, deletin

Did ya feel em give my niggaz the fist and,

keep the pistol gripped

Now whistle if you need me and quick I'm there for murder and mayhem

Look out for lay man

His trigger finger itchin' to lay them

His trigger finger itchin' to lay them

Don't run to lose your life

Enjoy

I ain't fuckin around and makin the noise,

but better believe I'll get up and leave and keep my poise

(O yellow boy you holdin??  Hell, yeh!!!!)

Thuggin on Brackland when I sold crack,

and I got a mini-mack for the action

The murder and mashin,

Nigga milennium fashion blastin' over trash

50 thousand dollars cash

As fast as you can smash

Stabbed in the back and anxiety attacks

Flash through the childhood relax and,

react it be like that nigga you know that prescribin me prozac

Forgive but never forget

Sin yeh even within the thin begin again

With that pretty little bitch in your click

Uh spittin' demonish shit

Hey baby you need a friend 

and act a little bit feminine take the fatigues off

Fuck the club even the six it's hellish

I be the one to tell it lust for the thugs

Who be fuckin with

seven....seven....seven....seven....

seven....seven....seven....seven....



[Chorus 2x]

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.



Gather up gas masks for biological war

We know a whiff of the shit will make you wither fo sho'

Niggaz in the C.O.

We livin' in this AB World 144 thousand full of tribes

With the last word (SHUT UP!)

The book of old it got 'em thinkin that they crackin code

Oh no pin it computers ain't pinnin the Millenium

Your future youth be the truth in the music

You better your soul triple stage darkness in the unsolved encore

Little E, B.I.G., Tupac Shakur

Murdered in California

Need I say more

Killa forget it's in Heaven'z Movie was it?

Lose the Lord's covanent

I'm huggin it and Imma duck and trust I'm all thuggish as fuck

Uh what nigga bust and up by creepin on a come up

Eternally stressed my faces of death for the world war

Yes quiet on the set the shoots expired

The Roof is on fire...

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter



Now what I want ch'all to do is I want y'all 

put y'all muthafuckin lighters in the air

Keep their bitches up there, fuck wit cho - lil' nigga...



[Chorus 6x]

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.

We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.