| New York City!
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| You are now rocking with the best
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| Lloyd Banks! |
| G Unit!
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| Chorus — 50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)
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| We on fire — up in here
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| It’s burning hot, we on fire
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| She’ll take it off, if it get too hot
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| Up in this spot, we on fire
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| Tear the roof off this motherfucker
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| Light the roof on fire (Uh! Nigga what you say?!)
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| We get loose in this motherfucker
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| Light the roof on fire fire fire
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| Naw I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
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| 26 inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
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| This heat gon last for the whole summer
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| Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner
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| Rocks on my wrist, rose gold under
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| Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
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| I’m riding Dalvins by the pier
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| But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
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| Yeah, I’m riding with that all black snub
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| Raiders cap back, all black gloves
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| A ladies man, but the boy smack thugs
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| These record sales equal more back rubs
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| Not to mention the boy pack clubs
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| His impacts about as raw as crack w |