Burn NY

[Hook: Mysonne (Game)] Nigga Usher said let it burn So I'ma let this shit (burn, burn, burn, burn) Nigga 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) [Verse 1: Mysonne] 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 shit 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' nigga 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 fucked up looking for a King One buried in Brooklyn, the other's in Sing-Sing [Hook: Mysonne (Game)] Nigga Usher said let it burn So I'ma let this shit (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) [Verse 2: Mysonne] Nigga 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 Nigga 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 [Hook: Mysonne (Game)] Nigga Usher said let it burn So I'ma let this shit (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) [Verse 3: Mysonne] What you niggas wanna hear about the lights and shit How I be all up in my mink with my ice and shit Nah I’m too gully, yea the Bronx bully Knockin' on your door with the goons and the fully On some Larry Davis shit, 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 TS That's for the Cuban nigga 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 [Hook: Mysonne (Game)] Nigga Usher said let it burn So I'ma let this shit (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)