conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called On Fire with the following description: “On Fire” was the first single released by Lloyd Banks. Coming off his debut album The Hunger for More and reaching #8 on Billboard 100, the track ended up being his highest charting track.
  
  The song interpolates The Mohawks' 1968 track, “The Champ”:
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lloyd Banks]
  New York City
   ("Hunger for More!")
  You are now rockin' with the best
  Lloyd Banks
  G-Unit!
  [Chorus: Lloyd Banks & 
  50 Cent
  ]
  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 getting loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire this
  [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
  (Right?)
  Nah, 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 bitch faster than the Road Runner
  Rocks on my wrist, rose 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
  A ladies' man, but the boy smack thugs
  These record sales equal more back rubs
  Not to mention the boy pack clubs
  His impacts about as raw as crack was
  Now all these new artists getting wrong deals
  I'm only 21, sitting on mills [Chorus: Lloyd Banks & 
  50 Cent
  ]
  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 getting loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire
  [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
  (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 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 nigga bought her
  Cause I ain't putting 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 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 [Chorus: Lloyd Banks & 
  50 Cent
  ]
  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 getting loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire