Burn

Lyrics

Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo) - "Burn" [Emcee(s): Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] [Producer(s): Havoc (Original Instrumental from Mobb Deep ft. Big Noyd and Vita - "The Learning (Burn)")] [Intro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Yeah, yo, as we wind this up, we gon' let niggas know. Yo, step to me, you get burned.  This rhyme shit? You get burned. Plain and simple, yo. So as we fuck with this Mobb Deep shit, we gon' get into it like this. Check it out, yo. Yo [Hook: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Sucker motherfuckers, when will you ever learn? Keep playing with that fire and that ass'll get burned Fucking with semi-autos, your ass'll get burned We're giving motherfuckers something to be afraid of Sucker motherfuckers, when will you ever learn? Keep playing with that fire and that ass'll get burned Fucking with semi-autos, that ass'll get burned We're giving motherfuckers… check it out, yo [Verse: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] This shit is Dope, acid—hit it, pass it to the Next so they can get a taste. Now has it Sunk in? Then let them motherfuckers sink in Before you step to me, do some strong thinking Act hyper, I attack the wack in rap cyphers. With raps, I'm The Piper. With gats, I'm the belt-waist sniper Four-fifths and five-O guns lift you, leave you stiffer Than Levi's 501—better hope 5-0 come. I'm The General, I came and fought, got cuts and scars Criminal's the train of thought, I'm in the conductor's car My brain should be called a convict 'cause it's stuck in bars. Fuck it, pa When I buck at y'all, y'all hide in fright My sparks is tight on the darkest night An infrared beam is my guiding light I came in the game with an afro, showed with no doubt I Had flow with the aim of Muhammad and Malvo When I pop, let's see who drop: UCOs POs, COs, and cops. Niggas Telling me I'm what's wrong with hip hop, but all I know is Sunrise, nightfalls, fights, brawls inside ghetto halls Liquor stores and churches, niggas get licked and sticked In hearses, so that's what I kick in my verses Your clique versus my clique? In the end, it'll be Your brain in your wife's lap like John F. Kennedy. My chrome Stop the haters (Stop the haters). Mentally I stay on jack like telephone operators. Shots Blast, and I commence the peeling. You'll get shots In your ass like you was getting penicillin You're children of a lesser god, 'fessing hard. With The Smith & Wesson, ride, I undress your squad. You'll get Left scarred. Men fall and drop when the four pop Burn like menthol, catch more victs/Vicks than cough-drops You're soft, ock. Don't make me take you outside, clean You up, lean you up, AR-15 you up It ain't hard to do—just release the shells from the gun This ain't a barbeque, but I'm leaving beef well-done—that's It, y'all. I'm leaving beef well-done This ain't a barbeque, but I'm leaving beef well-done [Outro: Agu (AKA Mr. Voodoo)] Yeah, yo, that's it (That's it, son). Word