Текст песни Vibe - Axe Murder Boyz
Burn
it
to
the
ground
Burn
that
bitch
down
Burn
that
bitch
down
Burn
that
bitch
down
Burn
it
to
the
ground
Burn
that
bitch
down
Burn
that
bitch
down
And
the
brain
was
good
but
the
head
ain′t
right
So
I
had
to
dip,
baby
girl
don't
trip
Lemme
light
my
spliff
and
put
it
to
my
lip
Smoke
it
up
now
chill,
baby
I′m
too
real
Don't
let
the
vibe
get
killed,
now
I
don't
do
no
pills
And
I
don′t
need
no
lean,
I
just
smoke
my
green
I
ain′t
with
all
of
that
overdose,
comatose,
holy
ghost
Ride
the
folks,
motherfuckers
better
have
my
money
Tell
'em
vamanos,
anybody
living
in
negativity
gotta
go
I
ain′t
with
all
of
the
hostility
I
could
body
those
dead
Tell
'em
what
the
OG
said
Keep
it
in
your
clique,
get
bread
If
I
gotta
paint
this
whole
bitch
red
Walk
around
with
my
enemy
severed
head
I
would
rather
live
free
and
prosper,
fuck
the
gossip
Smoke
another
L
out
the
backward
coffin
To
any
the
meter
i
go
and
call
sarah
McLaughlin
Send
you
to
the
arms
of
the
angels
boppin′
I
ain't
with
the
same
old
show
Whats
the
point
of
making
a
mistake
if
a
man
can′t
grow
Stunting
you
the
knowledge
of
all
the
ancient
scrolls
And
looking
for
inner
peace
while
I'm
chasing
dough
And
I
know
that
this
a
party
You
ain't
wanna
hear
me
wax
poetic
But
every
now
and
again
I
get
started
But
I
know
you
won′t
forget
Old
heads
been
said
I′m
dope,
everywhere
I
go
Motherfuckers
wanna
know
where
I
get
it
from
Where
I'm
headed
to
the
top,
pedestal
I
ain′t
tripping
off
of
nothing
except
Lexapro
I
don't
need
a
GPS
to
address
a
hoe
They
see
me
coming
up
on
a
check
then
I
bless
a
hoe
Hit
the
stage
and
wreck
the
show
and
get
the
dough
Anything
less
unacceptable
I
was
born
for
it
You
motherfuckers
outdated
like
a
rar
torrent
You
fucked
up
like
Lil
Xan
huffing
on
Chloroform
at
4 in
the
morning
on
tour
with
the
Osborn′s
And
I'm
sitting
back
watching
with
the
popcorn
Rappers
want
the
juice
but
I
got
more,
marijuana
connoisseur
Never
was
an
honor
student
Came
from
the
bottom
to
a
well-known
ninja
Ain′t
nobody
harder
do
it
ooh,
can't
nobody
handle
my
crew
Young
guns
really
wanna
shoot,
got
the
milli
in
the
coupe
Y'all
sound
silly
in
the
booth
Small
circle
but
they
keep
me
in
the
loop
Business
Act
like
I
ain′t
getting
mine
but
I
got
mine
Act
like
I
ain′t
with
the
shit
but
I'm
bout
it
On
the
road,
breaking
bread,
doing
molly
This
is
death,
board
the
jet,
I′m
the
pilot
Burn
it
to
the
ground
Burn
that
bitch
down
Burn
that
bitch
down
Burn
that
bitch
down
Burn
it
to
the
ground
Burn
that
bitch
down
Burn
that
bitch
down
Burn
that
bitch
down
What
your
mom's
don′t
want
you
to
know
Is
that
I
don't
live
long
at
all
You
might
as
well
make
it
your
mode
They′re
afraid
of
ending
it
all
Act
like
I
ain't
with
the
shit
but
I'm
bout
it
But
I′m
bout
it
So
I
go
for
the
row
I
don′t
even
know
how
the
fuck
I
got
up
in
this
bitch
yo
But
I'm
in
slow
while
everything
else
sped
up
kinda
like
Tim
Frope
Bonezilla
the
killa
making
dough
And
I
never
look
back
to
how
I
kinda
live
before
Cause
I′m
moving
on
up
to
the
moon
Motherfucker
don't
matter
how
far
I
think
I
can
go
Cause
I′m
bringing
that
gasoline
And
I
burn
that
whole
bitch
down
And
I
got
my
brother
with
me
And
we
smoking
up
on
that
loud
Eyes
wide
shut,
never
give
a
fuck
Come
and
get
some,
I
got
plenty
to
give
Ima
take
a
shiv,
stick
it
in
your
rib
How
I
gotta
live,
cut
it
out,
then
dip,
dip
Money
be
the
root
of
all
evil
but
You
know
that
I'll
never
be
broke
again
Ima
fucking
win,
ima
be
the
shit,
never
quit,
never
quit
Now
I′m
sick,
now
I'm
sick,
I'm
sick,
but
not
the
flu
Ima
do
me
and
let
you
do
you
I
rage,
up
on
stage,
kicking
it
like
Johnny
Cage
Hey,
Sonya,
I
wanna
be
on
ya,
let′s
go
to
California
Maybe
in
Seattle,
or
in
Colorado
Where
they
gonna
let
me
blaze
Like
the
Dead
Man,
my
homie,
and
The
R.O.C,
we
go
way
back
GV
and
G-Mo
Skee,
me
and
L.A.R.S.
got
the
same
gats
And
Twiztid′s
the
shiznit,
Turncoat
Dirty
my
brother
too
Bitch
I
thought
you
knew,
knew
What
the
fuck
you
gonna
do
about
it,
nothing
Ima
come
up
like
pushing
daisies
Foaming
at
the
mouth
like
rabies
Underground
like
Hades
baby
Burn
it
to
the
ground
Burn
that
bitch
down
Burn
that
bitch
down
Burn
that
bitch
down
Burn
it
to
the
ground
Burn
that
bitch
down
Burn
that
bitch
down
Burn
that
bitch
down
What
your
mom's
don′t
want
you
to
know
Is
that
I
don't
live
long
at
all
You
might
as
well
make
it
your
mode
They′re
afraid
of
ending
it
all
Whip
it
up,
gon'
whip
it
up
Only
dope,
that′s
the
camp
Only
dope
shit
when
I
bust
A-M-Bop
it,
you
know
that
I
got
it
A-M-Bop
it,
and
you
know
that
I
got
it
Whip
it
up,
gon'
whip
it
up
Only
dope,
that's
the
camp
Only
dope
shit
when
I
bust
A-M-Bop
it,
you
know
that
I
got
it
A-M-Bop
it,
and
you
know
that
I
got
it
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1 Intro
2 Who Wanna Die
3 Gonner
4 Death Song
5 4 Tha Crew
6 La Proxima
7 Problem
8 Ftb2
9 Bmkta
10 My Due
11 Fuckemall
12 Vibe
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