On Fire Lyrics - The Hunger For More - Lloyd Banks

(Lloyd Banks Talking) 

New York City 

You are now rockin with the best 

Lloyd Banks 

G-Unit 

(Chorus - 50 Cent) 

We on fire 

Up in here, it's burnin hot 

We on fire 

Shawty take it off if it get too hot, up in this spot 

We on fire 

Tear the roof off this ma'a'fucker, light the roof on fire 

(Nigga wutchu say?) 

We gettin loose in this muh'fucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire 

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(Verse 1 - LLoyd Banks) 

Naw I aint puttin nuttin' out, I smoke when I wanna 

26 inch chrome spokes on a Hummer 

This heat gon' last for the whole summer 

Runnin your bitch faster then the Road Runner 

Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under 

Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder 

I'm buyin diamond by the pier 

But when you stop, the only thing still spinnin is your hair 

Yeah, I'm ridin 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 gettin wrong deals 

I'm only 21, sittin on mill's 

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(Chorus - 50 Cent) 

We on fire 

Up in here, it's burnin hot 

We on fire 

Shawty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot 

We on fire 

Tear the roof off this ma'a'fucker, light the roof on fire 

(Nigga what you say?) 

We gettin loose in this muh'fucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire 

(Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks) 

If you know anythin about me, then you know I'm a baller 

If I 'ont hit the first night, I aint gon' call her 

I'm tryna 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 spend' quarters 

So cut the games ma, lets go in the back 

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

And I ain't biast when I'm ridin 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 somethin, I ain't a mind reader 

(Chorus - 50 Cent) 

We on fire 

Up in here, it's burnin hot 

We on fire 

Shawty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot 

We on fire 

Tear the roof off this ma'a'fucker, light the roof on fire 

(Nigga what you say?) 

We get loose in this muh'fucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire