[Chorus: Mysonne & (TheGame)]
N***a Usher said let it burn
So I'ma let this shit (burn, burn, burn, burn)
N***a 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' n***a
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
N***as 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
N***as 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)]
N***a 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]
N***a we can take it back to Illmatic or God's Son
Or we can blaze one for Big L, the good die young
Us n***as, 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
N***a 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
N***as dying out in New York looking for a King
He's buried in Brooklyn, the other's in Sing-Sing
[Chorus: Mysonne & (The Game)]
N***a 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 n***as 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 n***a 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)]
N***a 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)