Kwamé - On Fire lyrics

[Intro] New York City You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit [Hook] We on fire Up in here, it's burning hot We on fire Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot We on fire Tear the roof off this motherf**er, light the roof on fire n***a what you say We get loose in this motherf**er, light the roof on fire fire fire [Verse 1] Now I ain't 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 b**h faster then the Road Runner Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder Im buying diamond by the pier But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear Yeah, im riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back, all black gloves Im 80s 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 raw deals Im only 21, sitting on mills [Hook] [Verse 2] If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller If I ain't hit the first night, I ain't gon call her Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her And I don't care bout what the next n***a bought her Cause I ain't putting no baguettes in her bu*ter 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 a** round, back a n***a down And I ain't bias when im riding 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 a** pants, little wife beater Regular chick or R&B diva b**h say something, I ain't a mind reader [Hook]