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Lyricist: Lloyd Banks
Lyrics:
New York City (Hunger for More!) You are now rockin' with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit!
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 the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire Uh Nigga, what you say? We gettin' loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire (Right)
Nah, I ain't puttin' nuttin' out, I smoke when I wanna 26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer This hit gon' last for the whole summer Runnin' your bitch faster than the Road Runner Rocks on my wrist, rose gold under Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder I'm buyin' diamonds by the pair But when you stop, the only thing still spinnin' is your hair, yea I'm ridin' 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 gettin' wrong deals I'm only 21, sittin' on mills
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 the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire Uh Nigga, what you say? We gettin' 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 tryin' to play, you tryna have my daughter But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her And I don't care about 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 spending a quarter 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 bias 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 something, I ain't a mind, reader
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 the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire Uh Nigga, what you say? We gettin' loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire
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