Fabolous - Fire Remix - Joe Budden lyrics

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking] Let me just make this statement Loud and clear - Jersey's here Hey, Ja, Joey Triangle Offense do it like ... (whoa) ("what" - repeated in background) (*female voice: "yeah" - repeated*) [Verse 1 - Fabolous] Maybe it's the dipped Jesuses The twin Jesuses with diamonds in them, that's clear they break gooses Maybe cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices I'm the "Joe Millionaire" of rap and one of these chicks Is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked I'm all that and then some, y'all cats have been bums That's pocket change, you call that an income? Tell the way I walk that I'm doin my thing (uh huh) A lot a n***as talk but ain't doin a thing (uh uh) Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring See I told y'all I'm doin my thing And I'm winnin by a landslide, damn right Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride Now, look at here, I took it there I'mma make this statement loud and clear - Brooklyn's here [Hook - Joe Budden] (*female voice - repeats "yeah" in background of Hook*] That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub Look dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip You got to see fire, when it all hits the wire We gonna light it on fire [Break - Joe Budden] We gonna do it like We gonna do it like (We gonna light it on fire) Triangle Offense daddy Cain (we gonna light it on fire) I know you got somethin more (*"yeah" - repeated*) Don't even hold back Woo, we gonna do it like Yeah get 'em Uh, uh, uh [Verse 2 - Paul Cain] Here with the white and the Canary cross (yeah) Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche (Cain) I'm young but I'm damn near a boss And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box Quick to hit the bu*ton, even quicker to blast shots Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks My waiters make ladies see sick I'm "So So Def" like a J.D. remix I got enough whips to keep switchin up flavors Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me They hate to see me in a party icy Clean white T, sippin on Bacardi lightly Suade low cut Force, one caramel nightly [Hook] (*female voice - "yeah" repeated through Chorus and into Break*) [Break - Joe Budden] We gonna light it on fire Yeah, whoa [Verse 3 - Joe Budden] I got a ear for your amp it up with Jersey's answer The chancellor standin up for ten minutes man It's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras You pop lip like you got sh** That's a minor congestion you not sick Now you wanna call names like 2Pac did Home boy here's a few Glock clips Still Junior like Lou Gossett Joey right back on Overcharge New York to cut the lights back on Peform Bloomberg to come get me all I send the gools that make the bad things happen in city hall All, K's spray cats, we don't play that She allowed to sway why don't use say that (yeah) Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot Make your lungs stop, breathe easy [Hook] [Break - Joe Budden] - w/ ad libs We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire (female voice - "yeah" - repeated) We gonna light it on fire We gonna light it on fire ("woop, woop, woop, woo" & "yeah" - repeated until end)