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Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
리드 보컬
작곡 및 작사
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
송라이터
Kwame Holland
Kwame Holland
송라이터
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
송라이터
Harry Palmer
Harry Palmer
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Christopher Lloyd
Christopher Lloyd
송라이터
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
K1 Mil
K1 Mil
프로듀서
Eminem
Eminem
믹싱 엔지니어
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
추가 프로듀서
Adrian Hall
Adrian Hall
레코딩 엔지니어
Steve King
Steve King
믹싱 엔지니어

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New York City! (Hunger for More!) You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit! We on fire Up in here, it's 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 gettin' loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire this (right?) Nah, I ain't putting nothin' 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'm buying diamond by the pier But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your hair Yeah, I'm riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back, all black gloves I'm '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 wrong deals I'm only 21, sitting on mills We on fire Up in here, it's 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 gettin' loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire (ugh) If you know anything about me, then you know I'm a baller If I don't hit the first night, I ain't gon' call her I'm trying to play, you tryna have my daughter But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her And I don't care 'bout what the next nigga bought her 'Cause I ain't puttin' no baguettes in her butter I got a diamond about as clear as water And I got bread, but I ain't sparing a quarter So cut the games ma, let's go in the back Matter of fact, turn your ass 'round, back a nigga down And I ain't bias when I'm 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 ass pants, little wife beater Regular chick or R&B diva Bitch, say something, I ain't a mind reader We on fire Up in here, it's 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 gettin' loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire
Writer(s): Christopher Charles Lloyd, Kwame B. Holland, Curtis James Jackson, Luis Resto, Harry Palmer, Marshall B. Mathers Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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