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The Roots Lyrics


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[Havoc]
It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte
Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey
I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface
If not chips to Benz is the purpose
On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin
'Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin
Niggas never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin
Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkin
Skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent ink
Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em
Gotta think like that 'cause forever I be needin' 'em
Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin' 'em
Some love, some hate me, bitches in the head beatin' 'em (So)
Niggas want to ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?
Fiends are rushin' when the mack blow, dead in my castle
And in the blink watch how quick life pass you

[Chorus:Repeat x2]
What's wrong with motherfuckers,
When will the ever learn
Keep playin' with that fire,
And that ass is gettin' burned
Fuckin' with semi-autos,
One foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all,
Somethin' to be afraid of

Lemme tell you how it's goin' down, it's on now
Niggas used to love me, now they want to hate me now
I'm that same nigga with the tech, holdin' the spot down
Except I'm pushin' a Lex, lettin' the top down
But wait, you don't think I live a pop life now
That's hate, you could get popped right now
Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way
Cause I'm a fuckin' drama king like my nigga Kayslay
Sex, drugs, money, and murder all day
It's rules, guidelines, and codes, we obey
Don't even trip, IMD it's that I claim
Infamous Mobb Deep nigga, ready to bang
Nigga don't think shit stink, then shit hit the fans
So I don't slip, I'ma shit with my gun in my hand
It's a thug thing y'all niggas wouldn't understand and
Y'all keep guns we keep our shit bangin'

[Chorus]

You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you kill't
All they had was your picture at the funeral
No casket, you bas-tards be missin'
My jewels, my whip, my rims we bitchin'
My guns be the heat that'll make you blister
My mens, my Timbs'll stomp you niggas
No shit, no clip, don't FUCK with us
It's no problem, I bring it to the best of them
From the old to the new, and the rest of them
No love, just slugs for ya body dunn
Just pain, just sufferin', and worst then that
You let me get my hands on you so I'm takin' advantage
And that shit that you pulled ain't do me no damage
You don't know me, but we bout to change that shit
Wrap that nigga up like a package
Fuck all them nigga, buck all them faggots

[Chorus:Repeat x2]

Yeah, QB (Yeah)
Mobb Deep, dola
It's goin down, we're takin over
Vita, gettin this dough
We don't call it Murder for nothin (Murda!)
(Murda, Murda!)
I'll send you on
Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc
Yeah, y'all see us




It ain't a game, yeah
Oh, come on, yeah, you see us

Overall Meaning

The Roots's song "Burn" is about the dangers of playing with fire or in other words, making bad life choices. After writing rap verses about each of their lives, four different guest emcees were brought in to perform each verse. Havoc, from the famous hip-hop duo Mobb Deep, tells the brutal truth about gang violence and crime. He talks about how fatal consequences will befall you if you mess around with guns, drugs, or enter into beef with fellow gang members. Havoc raps about trying to stay low key, but simultaneously trying to accumulate wealth quickly by any means. He warns others not to come at him because he is always armed and prepared for any challenge, as well as declare his bad reputation within the community.


The chorus reinforces the ideas of the verses, saying that bad things will happen to those who participate in dangerous activities, using the metaphor of getting burned. The following verse, performed by rapper Prodigy, doubles down on the themes introduced by Havoc. He talks about how he doesn't take kindly to being disrespected and how he will go to any lengths to make his enemies regret their actions. Prodigy refers to himself as a "drama king" and describes his life as one filled with drugs, sex, murder, and money. The verse ends with a warning not to try him.


Finally, Nelly's verse reveals that the entire song is a message from a higher power to those still living, warning them to change their ways before it's too late. He reminds the listener that there is a cycle of violence that will only end when people start making better choices. The song's outro is a chant of the words "murder, murder" by all the emcees.


Line by Line Meaning

It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte
The price of the hit is cheap, and running away from it is pointless


Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey
The bullets will make the victim feel dazed and confused


I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface
I'm in hiding, and only the most skilled and elite soldiers could find me


If not chips to Benz is the purpose
If there's no money involved, I'm not interested


On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin
I will bring an end to your team in a violent and aesthetically pleasing manner


'Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin
When I see blood, I know the job is done


Niggas never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin
People never seem to learn that they're being watched


Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkin
Your hired help will be driving your car after you're gone


Skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat
Your death will be sudden, and violent


Beef? Nigga overcook that meat
Don't start a problem that's bigger than you can handle


Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
I am always on alert, and never fully at ease


My life story was written in blood, permanent ink
My past is filled with violence and death, and I can't escape it


Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em
I have a natural talent for taking lives


Gotta think like that 'cause forever I be needin' 'em
I have to maintain my violent tendencies to survive in my line of work


Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin' 'em
I am meticulous and careful in my plans, and never make the same mistake twice


Some love, some hate me, bitches in the head beatin' 'em
I have enemies and admirers, and they're all preoccupied with my reputation


What's wrong with motherfuckers, When will the ever learn
Why can't people learn from their mistakes and stop getting into trouble?


Keep playin' with that fire, And that ass is gettin' burned
Continuing with dangerous behavior will lead to negative consequences


Fuckin' with semi-autos, One foot is in the grave
Using guns in violent situations is a dangerous move


We givin' all of y'all, Somethin' to be afraid of
We are putting fear into our enemies


You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you kill't
You were weak and powerless, and I had you killed


All they had was your picture at the funeral
Your death was anonymous and unremarkable


No casket, you bas-tards be missin'
Your body didn't even deserve a proper burial


My jewels, my whip, my rims we bitchin'
My possessions are extravagant and enviable


My guns be the heat that'll make you blister
My guns are powerful enough to do deadly damage


My mens, my Timbs'll stomp you niggas
My crew and I will violently beat you down


Don't even trip, IMD it's that I claim
Don't worry, I'm part of the Infamous Mobb Deep crew


We don't call it Murder for nothin (Murda!)
The name 'Murder' is not a coincidence, we are violent and deadly


I'll send you on
I will send you to your grave


It ain't a game, yeah
This is not a joke, this is serious




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: ALBERT JOHNSON, KEJUAN WALIEK MUCHITA, TAJUAN PERRY, Steven Lindsay

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Comments from YouTube:

Adrian Gonzalez Arguelles

My brain is unable to process these 2 groups being on the same stage... It's just too much talent together.

Richard Seizaux

Ahora en español (castellano).

gweah

Some years later Black Thought was spitting THAT FREESTYLE over the Burn beat at Flex and Hot 97. Everything coming full circle beautifully.

monta ellis

Most underrated hip-hop group ever

Big L Corleone

Aye i agree

Thul' Boy

The Roots can play anything on stage!

Hamza

Mobb Deep, Big Noyd, & The Roots is just pure genius. I would have lost my mind at this show. R.I.P. to the G.O.A.T. Prodigy.

Dazzlr

How clean are those vocals. Every lyric... Clear. As. Day. Peeps sound as dope live as they do on record!

inquizative44

It's surprising that the Roots are the only rap group with a live band. Rappers sound so much better with live instruments.

Mark Modesti

same here

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