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Arsonists Burn it Out Here are the song lyrics for Burn it Out by Arsonists. For more excellent Arsonists lyrics, run a search! Typed by: firekidd186@hotmail.com [Bridge: Swel Boogie] Not it's about that time It's time to wild out, it's time to wild out Nigga is you out your mine? Comin' up in my house, runnin' up in my house I'm about to stop and go and if you want beef, come on, we knockin' out teeth I'm about to drop my flow and if you want beef, come on, we knockin' out teeth [Verse One: Swel Boogie] Arsonists' next shit, ya gots to accept it Wannabes get hit and get thrown out the exit with a kick in the ass, rugged Timberland boots In this game you won't last, you ask veteran troops They got stories to tell, the battle legends of Swel Climbin' to the top, never made it and FELLLL Oh well, not a happy ending, what you was expectin'? Every man for themself so it's my own that I'm protectin' "Get lost bro!" the boss told, you, if you cross roads you end up at the +crossroad+ with Bone Thugs You bone thugs heard you flame on That's the closest you gettin' to fire just to stay warm Hot shot but not so hot, ayo Money, (this is me) and you ain't claimin' no spots I'm holdin' it down and I know exactly what to give 'em Dope beats, dope rhymes, dope cuts and dope rhythm [Chorus 2x: Swel Boogie] Now when you put us in your system, we goin' burn it out Now when we get up on the stage, we goin' turn it out Now what we want y'all to do is just scream and shout First you scream "WHAT!", the you shout "PYRO!" [Verse Two: Swel Boogie] I ain't tryin' to hear the third that and this, catchin' fits Shakin' breakin' backs-n-ribs, now choose one, smack or fist You soft, snap your wrist (Swel you fool), nah understand I'm amped and pissed So place your bets 'cause them garbage kids ain't passin' me And I don't make threats or promises, I'm guaranteed or your album's back and watch my styles attack I got new friends, some of the old pals was wack They didn't know how to act, they sayin' shit that's uncalled for And gettin' gased up, knocked and opened the wrong door Unlike my crew and I on top bookin' them strong tours You underhand sort of like pitchin' them softballs Get outta here with your baby league and watch me blaze the beat My sense of reflex is at a crazy speed, even fast for light time Blast raw of them hype rhymes cause these short 16 bars will last more than a lifetime (Chorus 2x)
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