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Lloyd Banks
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
She'll take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this mutherfucker, light the roof on fire
(Nigga what you say?)
We get loose in this mutherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire,
fire
Lloyd Banks
Now I ain't puttin' nuttin' out, I smoke when I wanna
26 inch chrome spokes on the 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 head, yeah
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 give me 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' raw deals
I'm only 21, sittin' on mills
Chorus
If you know anythin' about me, then you know I'm a baller
If I ain't hit the first night, I ain't 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 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 somethin', I ain't a mind reader
Chorus
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