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[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 niggaz 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`ma make this statement loud and clear - Brooklyn`s here





[Chorus - Joe Budden] (*female voice - repeats "yeah" in background of Chorus*]


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 button, 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





[Chorus] (*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 shit


That`s a minor congestion you not sick


Now you wanna call names like Tupac 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





[Chorus]





[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)

[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 niggaz 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`ma make this statement loud and clear - Brooklyn`s here





[Chorus - Joe Budden] (*female voice - repeats "yeah" in background of Chorus*]


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 button, 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





[Chorus] (*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 shit


That`s a minor congestion you not sick


Now you wanna call names like Tupac 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





[Chorus]





[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)

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