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feat. 50 Cent
Intro - Lloyd Banks
New York City!
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks!
G Unit!
Chorus - 50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)
We on fire - up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
Shorty take it off, if it get too hot
Up in this spot, we on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfker
Light the roof on fire (Uh! nigg* what you say?!)
We gettin loose in this motherfker
Light the roof on fire fire fire
Verse - Lloyd Banks
Naw I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
26 inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gon last for the whole summer
Running your b*tch faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, Rols gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
I'm buying diamonds by the pair
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, im riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I ball packed clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting wrong deals
Im only 21, sitting on bills
Chorus
We on fire - up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
Shorty take it off, if it get too hot
Up in this spot, we on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfker
Light the roof on fire (Uh! nigg* what you say?!)
We get loose in this motherfker
Light the roof on fire fire fire
Verse - Lloyd Banks
If you know anything about me, then you know I'm a baller
If I don't hit the first night, I ain't gon call her
I'm trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
And I don't care what the next nigg* bought her
Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her abuela
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I ain't spending quarters
So cut the games ma, let's go in the back
Matter fact, turn your as* round, back a nigg* down
And I aint bias when im riding through the town
Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown
She gotta be able to c*m when I need her
Tight as* pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
b*tch say something, I ain't a mind reader
Chorus
We on fire - up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
Shorty take it off, if it get too hot
Up in this spot, we on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfker
Light the roof on fire (Uh! nigg* what you say?!)
We get loose in this motherfker
Light the roof on fire fire fire
Verse - G Unit
Im a warrior, a man, i never run never snick, man dog I aint no b*tch (a warrior) no changes cuz its rich om my family i laren dish ( a warrior)
no foul in the preshure he gatta shiel in the whole a preckseshure ( a worrior) I start face the all that he has to react and think about it ( G Im a warrior)he got hte right motherfacker grandma or my daughter is no sucker pup for the brother and no hit for the anger to give up and rap for the danger. He get a perenoya and no file to changer woke up every morning it next to was stranger I wodn move smove what wonna how for the sticks He cant insteand his name on some sticks. So what a pity you watching the Video its hangin to be friends it likes the more and pritty more so and thats a man warmer cuz is a numb balla, who is try to hit every NBA back shorna ( OOO ) nigg* wait till i got the song i sing
