Basically it's about me heading up to NY and kidnapping Lloyd Banks, then yoinking his track.
Webba and the crew. W2, all day, ebby day
I'm CWebb, The South Side Spida, The Arachnid Kid, Webbanation X, The Webbaman from South Cacky Lack, chyeah. I'm just some guy from around the way who likes to change his voice in songs to make it sound like other peeps... Greatness
Story behind the song
I just really liked Bank's hit... so I took it
Lyrics
CWebb (feat. Lloyd Banks)
"On Fire"
Wordz of a Spida/We Invented the Parody
Kaoz Wreckordz
New York City. You're now rocking with the best. Lloyd Banks. G-Unit!
[Lloyd Banks]
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 motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
[CWebb]
Right, now you were prolly 'spectin Lloyd Banks, but you aint gonna get em
Cause I went to N.Y. and straight kidnapped em
Webbanation rocking jackets full denim
But still didnt have a shot of fitting in with em
Gots no ice on, so they couldnt steal em
Gots no python, so snakes never bit em
Im lookin nervous everywhere
To capture the number one draft pick's like fighting with a bear, yeah
Not smart enough to bring a peace with me
But not dumb enough to get caught packin heat
I needed a song that would remain sweet
But didnt really need the lyrics, just needed the beat
I thought about G-Unit, then about 50
But then I thought again, I racked enough of his beats
I thought about Buck, but he's like me
He yoinks other peoples joints and throws em on CDs
[Lloyd Banks + (CWebb)]
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
(It's C Webb in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire)
Nigga what you say
(It's C Dubb in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire. Aha!)
[CWebb]
If you know anything about me,'least you know that I'm Webba
If I dislike you, guaranteed I'm gon tell ya
You trying to run, the streets wanna sell ya
But I gots no time to mess with bootleggas
Outsider but I don't want my legs severed
Trying to end my game just like Sega
Got my mask on, but I'm not Vega
I could count to five but I'm not Lou Bega
So cut the crap peeps, let the Webb go
Let him run, fast or slow, let him skip, let him dip
I ain't playing, y'all flat out trips
If you think Webb'll stay and never see another day
I yoinked Banks and his song cause I need ta
Spit this game, explosive like ether
Aint got nine shots or stabbed either
Of these G-Unit soldiers, Webba's da leader
[CWebb + (50)]
I'm on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
Im on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
Im on fire
(Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire)
Ha! Nigga what you say?
(We gettin loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire) fiiiiiiiiiiire!
Ey, ey you know. Ey Yoda, you can go ahead and let Lloyd Banks out now. Go tell Jar Jar to give you the keys to the cell door. I yoinked his beat you know, I made the track, you can let him go now. Just send him off with a warning, don't tell nobody in NY what I did man, cause Im not tryin to get hunted down in VA
