Lyrics On Fire - Lloyd Banks

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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're getting loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire, fire, fire (right?)

Nah, I ain't putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gonna last for the whole summer
Running your bitch faster than the Road Runner
The rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under
The Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
I'm buying diamond by the pair
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 80's man, but the balls smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
His impact's 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're getting loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire, fire, fire (uh)

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 'bout what the next nigger bought her
'Cause I ain't putting no baguettes in her butter
I've got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I ain't sparing quarters
So cut the games ma, let's go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass 'round, back a nigga down
And I ain't biased 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 no 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're getting loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire, fire, fire