On Fire

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New York City! (Hunger for More!)
 You are now rocking with the best
 Lloyd Banks
 G-Unit!
 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 motherfucker, light the roof on fire
 Uh, nigga, what you say?
 We gettin' loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire this (right?)
 Nah, I ain't putting nothin' out, I smoke when I wanna
 26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
 This heat gon' last for the whole summer
 Running your bitch faster than the Road Runner
 Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under
 Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
 I'm buying diamond by the pier
 But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your hair
 Yeah, I'm riding with that all black snub
 Raiders cap back, all black gloves
 I'm '80s' man, but the boy smack thugs
 These record sales equal more back rubs
 Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
 His impacts about as raw as crack was
 Now all these new artists getting wrong deals
 I'm only 21, sitting on mills
 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 motherfucker, light the roof on fire
 Uh, nigga, what you say?
 We gettin' loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire (ugh)
 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 tryna have my daughter
 But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
 And I don't care 'bout what the next nigga bought her
 'Cause I ain't puttin' no baguettes in her butter
 I got a diamond about as clear as water
 And I got bread, but I ain't sparing a quarter
 So cut the games ma, let's go in the back
 Matter of fact, turn your ass 'round, back a nigga down
 And I ain't bias when I'm riding through the town
 Like 'em small, like 'em tall, like 'em black, like 'em brown
 She gotta be able to come when I need her
 Tight ass pants, little wife beater
 Regular chick or R&B diva
 Bitch, say something, I ain't a mind reader
 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 motherfucker, light the roof on fire
 Uh, nigga what you say?
 We gettin' loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire
 

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Duration
03:07
Key
8
Tempo
95 BPM

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