On Fire

{"{"}Intro - Lloyd Banks}

New York City!

You are now rocking with the best

Lloyd Banks! G Unit!

[01:13.1][02:13.1]Chorus - 50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)

[01:14][02:14]We on fire - up in here

[01:15][02:16]It's burning hot, we on fire

[01:17][02:18]She'll take it off, if it get too hot

[01:20][02:21]Up in this spot, we on fire

[01:23][02:23]Tear the roof off this motherf****r

[01:25][02:25]Light the roof on fire (Uh! ***** what you say?!)

[01:28][02:28]We get loose in this motherf****r

[01:30][02:30]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 ***** faster then the Road Runner

Rocks on my wrist, rose gold under

Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder

I'm riding Dalvins by the pier

But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear

Yeah, I'm riding with that all black snub

Raiders cap back, all black gloves

A ladies man, but the boy smack thugs

These record sales equal more back rubs

Not to mention the boy pack clubs

His impacts about as raw as crack was

Now all these new artists getting wrong deals

I'm only 21, sitting on mills

{"{"}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 bout what the next ***** 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 spend a quarter

So cut the games ma, let's go in the back

Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a ***** down

And I aint 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 cum when I need her

Tight ass pants, little wife beater

Regular chick or R&B diva

***** say something, I ain't a mind reader