| New York City
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| You are now rockin with the best
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| Lloyd Banks
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| We on fire
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| Up in here, it’s burnin hot
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| We on fire
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| Shawty take it off if it get too hot, up in this spot
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| We on fire
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| Tear the roof off this ma’a’fucker, light the roof on fire
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| (Nigga wutchu say?)
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| We gettin loose in this muh’fucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire
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| Naw I aint puttin nuttin’out, I smoke when I wanna
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| 26 inch chrome spokes on a Hummer
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| This heat gon’last for the whole summer
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| Runnin your bitch faster then the Road Runner
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| Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under
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| Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
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| I’m buyin diamond by the pier
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| But when you stop, the only thing still spinnin is your hair
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| Yeah, I’m ridin with that all black snub
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| Raiders cap back, all black gloves
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| I’m 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
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| These record sales equal more back rubs
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| Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
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| His impacts about as raw as crack was
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| Now all these new artists gettin wrong deals
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| I’m only 21, sittin on mill’s
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| We on fire
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| Up in here, it’s burnin hot
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| We on fire
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| Shawty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
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| We on fire
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| Tear the roof off this ma’a’fucker, light the roof on fire
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| (Nigga what you say?)
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| We gettin loose in this muh’fucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire
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| If you know anythin about me, then you know I’m a baller
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| If I 'ont hit the first night, I aint gon’call her
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| I’m tryna play, you tryna have my daughter
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| But I can’t blame her for what her momma taught her
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| And I don’t care 'bout what the next nigga bought her
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| Cause I ain’t puttin no baguettes in her butter
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| I got a diamond about as clear as water
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| And I got bread, but I ain’t spend’quarters
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| So cut the games ma, lets go in the back
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| Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
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| And I ain’t biast when I’m ridin through the town
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| Like 'em small, like 'em tall, like 'em black, like 'em brown
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| She gotta be able to come when I need her
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| Tight ass pants, little wife beater
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| Regular chick or R&B diva
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| Bitch say somethin, I ain’t a mind reader
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| We on fire
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| Up in here, it’s burnin hot
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| We on fire
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| Shawty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
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| We on fire
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| Tear the roof off this ma’a’fucker, light the roof on fire
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| (Nigga what you say?)
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| We get loose in this muh’fucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Fire , by - Lloyd Banks. Song from the album The Hunger For More, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп