Lyrics:

(intro)
new york city, you are now rockin' with tha best, Lloyd Bank$, G-unit

(chorus)
we on fire up in here
it's burnin' hot(we on fire)
shorty take it off
if it get too hot
up in this spot (we on fire)
tear tha roof off this mutha fuckalight tha roof on fire (nigga what you say?)
we gettin loose in this mutha fucka (nigga what you say?)

(verse 1)
naw i ain't puttin nuttin out i smoke when i wanna
26 inch chrome spokes on a humma
this heat gon last for tha whole summa
runnin ya bitch faster than tha road runna
rocks on my wrists rose gold unda
glocks on my hip those throw thunda
i'm ridin' dalvins by tha pier
but when you stop tha only thing still spinnin' is ya hair (yeah)
i'm ridin' with that all black snub
raiders cap back all black gloves
a ladies man but tha boy smack thugs
these record sales equal more back rubs
not to mention tha boy pack clubs
his impact's about as raw as crack was
dawg all these new artists gettin wrong deals
i'm only 21 sittin' on mils

(repeat chorus)

(verse 2)
if you know anything about me then you know i'm a balla
if i don't hit tha first night i ain't gon' call her
i'm tryin to play you tryin to have my daughter
but i can't blame her for what her moma taught her
and i don't care about what tha next nigga bought her
cuz i ain't puttin no baguettes in her prada
i got a diamond that's about as clear as water
and i got bread but i ain't spendin' a quarter
so cut tha games ma let's go in tha back
matta of fact turn that ass round back a nigga down
and i ain't biased when i'm ridin' through tha town
like i'm small like i'm tall
like i'm black like i'm brown
she gotta be able to come when i need her
tight ass pants lil' wife beata
a regular chick or R&B diva
bitch say somethin' i ain't a mind reada

(repeat chorus)