On Fire

[00:00]{"{"}Intro - Lloyd Banks}

[00:03]New York City!

[00:06]You are now rocking with the best

[00:08]Lloyd Banks! G Unit!

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[00:12.1][01:13.1][02:13.1]Chorus - 50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)

[00:13][01:14][02:14]We on fire - up in here

[00:14][01:15][02:16]It's burning hot, we on fire

[00:17][01:17][02:18]She'll take it off, if it get too hot

[00:19][01:20][02:21]Up in this spot, we on fire

[00:23][01:23][02:23]Tear the roof off this mother****er

[00:24][01:25][02:25]Light the roof on fire (Uh! Bitch what you say?!)

[00:27][01:28][02:28]We get loose in this mother****er

[00:29][01:30][02:30]Light the roof on fire fire fire

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[00:32.1]{"{"}Verse - Lloyd Banks}

[00:33]Naw I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna

[00:35]26 inch chrome spokes on the Hummer

[00:37]This heat gon last for the whole summer

[00:40]Running your shit faster then the Road Runne

[00:43]Rocks on my wrist, rose gold under

[00:45]Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder

[00:48]I'm riding Dalvins by the pier

[00:50]But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear

[00:53]Yeah, I'm riding with that all black snub

[00:55]Raiders cap back, all black gloves

[00:58]A ladies man, but the boy smack thugs

[01:01]These record sales equal more back rubs

[01:03]Not to mention the boy pack clubs

[01:06]His impacts about as raw as crack was

[01:08]Now all these new artists getting wrong deals

[01:11]I'm only 21, sitting on mills

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[01:32.1]{"{"}Verse - Lloyd Banks}

[01:33]If you know anything about me, then you know I'm a baller

[01:36]If I don't hit the first night, I ain't gon call her

[01:39]I'm trying to play, you trying to have my daughter

[01:41]But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her

[01:44]And I don't care bout what the next bitch bought her

[01:46]Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her abuela

[01:49]I got a diamond about as clear as water

[01:51]And I got bread, but I ain't spend a quarter

[01:54]So cut the games ma, let's go in the back

[01:56]Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down

[01:59]And I aint bias when I'm riding through the town

[02:01]Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown

[02:03]She gotta be able to cum when I need her

[02:06]Tight ass pants, little wife beater

[02:08]Regular chick or R&B diva

[02:11]Bitch say something, I ain't a mind reader

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