Burn NY

[Chorus: Mysonne & (TheGame)]

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 finally 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

[Chorus: Mysonne & (The 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

[Chorus: Mysonne & (The 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

[Chorus: Mysonne & (The 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)