On Fire - Lloyd Banks (lyrics) New York City (\u0022Hunger for More!\u0022) You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit! We on fire Up in here, it\u0027s burning 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 getting loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire this (Right?) Nah, I ain\u0027t putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna 26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer This heat gon last for the whole summer Running your bitch faster than the Road Runner Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder I\u0027m buying diamond by the pier But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your hair Yeah, I\u0027m riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back, all black gloves I\u0027m 80s\u0027 man, but the boy smack thugs These record sales equal 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 getting wrong deals I\u0027m only 21, sitting on mills We on fire Up in here, it\u0027s burning 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 getting loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire (Ugh) If you know anything about me, then you know I\u0027m a baller If I don\u0027t hit the first night, I ain\u0027t gon\u0027 call her I\u0027m trying to play, you trying to have my daughter But I can\u0027t blame her for what her momma taught her And I don\u0027t care bout what the next nigga bought her Cause I ain\u0027t putting no baguettes in her butter I got a diamond about as clear as water And I got bread, but I ain\u0027t sparing a quarter