(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)