Chords for Lloyd Banks - On Fire (Explicit)
Tempo:
94.9 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
G
Cm
Eb
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[N] [Dm]
[Gm] [G] You're now rocking with the [Gm] best, [G] Floyd Banks, [Cm] [Gm] G-Nate.
Fire up in here, it's burning hot, we on fire.
So get to the beat up, if it get too hot, up in this spot, we on fire.
Tell the [G] bulls, walk this motherfucker, let the [Cm] wolf on fire.
Nigga, what you say?
[Gm] We ain't losing, motherfucker, let the wolf on fire.
Nah, I ain't [G] putting nothing out, I smoke one hour, [Gm] one hour, 26 inch chrome spokes on a Hummer.
[G] This here won't last for the whole summer, running your [Bb] bitch faster than the road runner.
[G] Rocks on my wrist, rose gold [Eb] under, rocks on my hip, those throat vendor.
[G] I'm riding diamonds by the pier, but when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear.
I'm riding with that old black snub, Raiders cap back, [Gm] all black gloves.
I made his name with the Bulls smack thugs, these records sells equal more pack gloves.
[G] Not to mention the Bull Pack [Gm] clubs, his head maxed by this Rose crack wolves.
All these new artists getting wrong deals, I'm only 21 sitting on the mills.
Up in here, it's burning hot, we on fire.
So we can get em, if it get too hot, up in this spot, we on fire.
Tell the [G] bulls, walk this motherfucker, let the [Cm] wolf on fire.
Nigga, what you say?
[Gm] We ain't losing, motherfucker, let the wolf on [Bb] fire.
If [Gm] you know anything about me, then you know I'm on [Cm] baller.
If I don't hit the [Gm] first nine, I ain't gonna call her.
[G] You trying to play, you trying to have my daughter, but I can't blame her for [Gm] what my mama's order.
[G] And I don't care about what the next nigga will [Eb] order, cause I ain't putting no baguettes in the [Gm] border.
I got a dime and this [G] bottle's clear as water.
And I got [Gm] bread, but I ain't spitting any cologne, so cut the games, mom.
Let's go in the back, matter of fact, turn your ass around, back it, nigga, down.
And I ain't biased when I'm riding through the 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'm need her, tight ass pants, little wife.
Be the regular chick, R&B, diva, bitch say something, I ain't in the mind, be the [G] fire.
Up in here, this burning hot, we on fire.
Shookas can get em, if it get too hot.
Up in this spot, we on [Gm] fire.
Tell the wolf on fire, motherfucker, let the [Cm] wolf on fire.
Nigga, what you say?
[Gm] We ain't losing, motherfucker, let the wolf on fire.
[Eb] [D] [Gm]
[Cm] [D]
[Gm] [G] [N] I'm [Ebm] a warrior, [Gm] man, I never roll, never snitch.
I'm a grown man, dog, I ain't no bitch.
I'm a warrior, no jeans, cause he rich, before I shit on my family, I line a dish.
I'm a warrior, more bold than the pressure, he got his shit, waiting in the hole to take pressure.
I'm a warrior, I sacrifice it all, if he has to, boy, I can think about it after.
I'm a warrior, I'm the nigga, right, motherfucker, grandmama, daughter, ain't raised no sucker.
Heart full of pride and an ear full of anger, attitude of a winner, infrared for the danger.
Even the paranoia of a female changer, waking up every morning laying next to a stranger.
I'm on the move, smooth, with one eye open to snakes, who can't stand hearing your name all through the space.
Turning to BET and watching your video, pretending to be your friends, the smart ones really know, so,
if that's your man, warn him, cause there's enough bullets in here to hit every NBA patch on him.
Nigga, ride till I die, the song I
[N] [Dm]
[Gm] [G] You're now rocking with the [Gm] best, [G] Floyd Banks, [Cm] [Gm] G-Nate.
Fire up in here, it's burning hot, we on fire.
So get to the beat up, if it get too hot, up in this spot, we on fire.
Tell the [G] bulls, walk this motherfucker, let the [Cm] wolf on fire.
Nigga, what you say?
[Gm] We ain't losing, motherfucker, let the wolf on fire.
Nah, I ain't [G] putting nothing out, I smoke one hour, [Gm] one hour, 26 inch chrome spokes on a Hummer.
[G] This here won't last for the whole summer, running your [Bb] bitch faster than the road runner.
[G] Rocks on my wrist, rose gold [Eb] under, rocks on my hip, those throat vendor.
[G] I'm riding diamonds by the pier, but when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear.
I'm riding with that old black snub, Raiders cap back, [Gm] all black gloves.
I made his name with the Bulls smack thugs, these records sells equal more pack gloves.
[G] Not to mention the Bull Pack [Gm] clubs, his head maxed by this Rose crack wolves.
All these new artists getting wrong deals, I'm only 21 sitting on the mills.
Up in here, it's burning hot, we on fire.
So we can get em, if it get too hot, up in this spot, we on fire.
Tell the [G] bulls, walk this motherfucker, let the [Cm] wolf on fire.
Nigga, what you say?
[Gm] We ain't losing, motherfucker, let the wolf on [Bb] fire.
If [Gm] you know anything about me, then you know I'm on [Cm] baller.
If I don't hit the [Gm] first nine, I ain't gonna call her.
[G] You trying to play, you trying to have my daughter, but I can't blame her for [Gm] what my mama's order.
[G] And I don't care about what the next nigga will [Eb] order, cause I ain't putting no baguettes in the [Gm] border.
I got a dime and this [G] bottle's clear as water.
And I got [Gm] bread, but I ain't spitting any cologne, so cut the games, mom.
Let's go in the back, matter of fact, turn your ass around, back it, nigga, down.
And I ain't biased when I'm riding through the 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'm need her, tight ass pants, little wife.
Be the regular chick, R&B, diva, bitch say something, I ain't in the mind, be the [G] fire.
Up in here, this burning hot, we on fire.
Shookas can get em, if it get too hot.
Up in this spot, we on [Gm] fire.
Tell the wolf on fire, motherfucker, let the [Cm] wolf on fire.
Nigga, what you say?
[Gm] We ain't losing, motherfucker, let the wolf on fire.
[Eb] [D] [Gm]
[Cm] [D]
[Gm] [G] [N] I'm [Ebm] a warrior, [Gm] man, I never roll, never snitch.
I'm a grown man, dog, I ain't no bitch.
I'm a warrior, no jeans, cause he rich, before I shit on my family, I line a dish.
I'm a warrior, more bold than the pressure, he got his shit, waiting in the hole to take pressure.
I'm a warrior, I sacrifice it all, if he has to, boy, I can think about it after.
I'm a warrior, I'm the nigga, right, motherfucker, grandmama, daughter, ain't raised no sucker.
Heart full of pride and an ear full of anger, attitude of a winner, infrared for the danger.
Even the paranoia of a female changer, waking up every morning laying next to a stranger.
I'm on the move, smooth, with one eye open to snakes, who can't stand hearing your name all through the space.
Turning to BET and watching your video, pretending to be your friends, the smart ones really know, so,
if that's your man, warn him, cause there's enough bullets in here to hit every NBA patch on him.
Nigga, ride till I die, the song I
Key:
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Cm
Eb
Bb
Gm
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Cm
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
[Gm] _ [G] _ _ _ _ You're now rocking with the [Gm] best, [G] Floyd Banks, [Cm] _ [Gm] G-Nate.
Fire up in here, it's burning hot, we on fire.
So get to the beat up, if it get too hot, up in this spot, we on fire.
Tell the [G] bulls, walk this motherfucker, let the [Cm] wolf on fire.
Nigga, what you say?
[Gm] We ain't losing, motherfucker, let the wolf on fire. _
Nah, I ain't [G] putting nothing out, I smoke one hour, [Gm] one hour, 26 inch chrome spokes on a Hummer.
[G] This here won't last for the whole summer, running your [Bb] bitch faster than the road runner.
[G] Rocks on my wrist, rose gold [Eb] under, rocks on my hip, those throat vendor.
[G] I'm riding diamonds by the pier, but when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear.
I'm riding with that old black snub, Raiders cap back, [Gm] all black gloves.
I made his name with the Bulls smack thugs, these records sells equal more pack gloves.
[G] Not to mention the Bull Pack [Gm] clubs, his head maxed by this Rose crack wolves.
All these new artists getting wrong deals, I'm only 21 sitting on the mills.
Up in here, it's burning hot, we on fire.
So we can get em, if it get too hot, up in this spot, we on fire.
Tell the [G] bulls, walk this motherfucker, let the [Cm] wolf on fire.
Nigga, what you say?
[Gm] We ain't losing, motherfucker, let the wolf on [Bb] fire.
If [Gm] you know anything about me, then you know I'm on [Cm] baller.
If I don't hit the [Gm] first nine, I ain't gonna call her.
[G] You trying to play, you trying to have my daughter, but I can't blame her for [Gm] what my mama's order.
[G] And I don't care about what the next nigga will [Eb] order, cause I ain't putting no baguettes in the [Gm] border.
I got a dime and this [G] bottle's clear as water.
And I got [Gm] bread, but I ain't spitting any cologne, so cut the games, mom.
Let's go in the back, matter of fact, turn your ass around, back it, nigga, down.
And I ain't biased when I'm riding through the 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'm need her, tight ass pants, little wife.
Be the regular chick, R&B, diva, bitch say something, I ain't in the mind, be the [G] fire.
Up in here, this burning hot, we on fire.
Shookas can get em, if it get too hot.
Up in this spot, we on [Gm] fire.
Tell the wolf on fire, motherfucker, let the [Cm] wolf on fire.
Nigga, what you say?
[Gm] We ain't losing, motherfucker, let the wolf on fire. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [D] _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Gm] _ [G] _ [N] _ _ _ _ I'm [Ebm] a warrior, [Gm] man, I never roll, never snitch.
I'm a grown man, dog, I ain't no bitch.
I'm a warrior, no jeans, cause he rich, before I shit on my family, I line a dish.
I'm a warrior, more bold than the pressure, he got his shit, waiting in the hole to take pressure.
I'm a warrior, I sacrifice it all, if he has to, boy, I can think about it after.
I'm a warrior, I'm the nigga, right, motherfucker, grandmama, daughter, ain't raised no sucker.
Heart full of pride and an ear full of anger, attitude of a winner, infrared for the danger.
Even the paranoia of a female changer, waking up every morning laying next to a stranger.
I'm on the move, smooth, with one eye open to snakes, who can't stand hearing your name all through the space.
Turning to BET and watching your video, pretending to be your friends, the smart ones really know, so,
if that's your man, warn him, cause there's enough bullets in here to hit every NBA patch on him.
Nigga, ride till I die, the song I
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
[Gm] _ [G] _ _ _ _ You're now rocking with the [Gm] best, [G] Floyd Banks, [Cm] _ [Gm] G-Nate.
Fire up in here, it's burning hot, we on fire.
So get to the beat up, if it get too hot, up in this spot, we on fire.
Tell the [G] bulls, walk this motherfucker, let the [Cm] wolf on fire.
Nigga, what you say?
[Gm] We ain't losing, motherfucker, let the wolf on fire. _
Nah, I ain't [G] putting nothing out, I smoke one hour, [Gm] one hour, 26 inch chrome spokes on a Hummer.
[G] This here won't last for the whole summer, running your [Bb] bitch faster than the road runner.
[G] Rocks on my wrist, rose gold [Eb] under, rocks on my hip, those throat vendor.
[G] I'm riding diamonds by the pier, but when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear.
I'm riding with that old black snub, Raiders cap back, [Gm] all black gloves.
I made his name with the Bulls smack thugs, these records sells equal more pack gloves.
[G] Not to mention the Bull Pack [Gm] clubs, his head maxed by this Rose crack wolves.
All these new artists getting wrong deals, I'm only 21 sitting on the mills.
Up in here, it's burning hot, we on fire.
So we can get em, if it get too hot, up in this spot, we on fire.
Tell the [G] bulls, walk this motherfucker, let the [Cm] wolf on fire.
Nigga, what you say?
[Gm] We ain't losing, motherfucker, let the wolf on [Bb] fire.
If [Gm] you know anything about me, then you know I'm on [Cm] baller.
If I don't hit the [Gm] first nine, I ain't gonna call her.
[G] You trying to play, you trying to have my daughter, but I can't blame her for [Gm] what my mama's order.
[G] And I don't care about what the next nigga will [Eb] order, cause I ain't putting no baguettes in the [Gm] border.
I got a dime and this [G] bottle's clear as water.
And I got [Gm] bread, but I ain't spitting any cologne, so cut the games, mom.
Let's go in the back, matter of fact, turn your ass around, back it, nigga, down.
And I ain't biased when I'm riding through the 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'm need her, tight ass pants, little wife.
Be the regular chick, R&B, diva, bitch say something, I ain't in the mind, be the [G] fire.
Up in here, this burning hot, we on fire.
Shookas can get em, if it get too hot.
Up in this spot, we on [Gm] fire.
Tell the wolf on fire, motherfucker, let the [Cm] wolf on fire.
Nigga, what you say?
[Gm] We ain't losing, motherfucker, let the wolf on fire. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [D] _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Gm] _ [G] _ [N] _ _ _ _ I'm [Ebm] a warrior, [Gm] man, I never roll, never snitch.
I'm a grown man, dog, I ain't no bitch.
I'm a warrior, no jeans, cause he rich, before I shit on my family, I line a dish.
I'm a warrior, more bold than the pressure, he got his shit, waiting in the hole to take pressure.
I'm a warrior, I sacrifice it all, if he has to, boy, I can think about it after.
I'm a warrior, I'm the nigga, right, motherfucker, grandmama, daughter, ain't raised no sucker.
Heart full of pride and an ear full of anger, attitude of a winner, infrared for the danger.
Even the paranoia of a female changer, waking up every morning laying next to a stranger.
I'm on the move, smooth, with one eye open to snakes, who can't stand hearing your name all through the space.
Turning to BET and watching your video, pretending to be your friends, the smart ones really know, so,
if that's your man, warn him, cause there's enough bullets in here to hit every NBA patch on him.
Nigga, ride till I die, the song I