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Fire Remix - Joe Budden
作詞：Joseph Anthony Budden, Melvin Glover, Nathaniel Glover, Al Jr Mclaran, Eddie Morris, Frank Ski, Justin Gregory Smith, Trevor Smith, Robert Keith Wiggins, Guy Todd Williams
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear Jersey's here
Hey, Ja, Joey
Triangle offense do it like, whoa
Maybe it's the [Incomprehensible]deuces
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
A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin' a thing
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
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
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
Don't even hold back
(We gonna light it on fire)
Woo, we gonna do it like, yeah get 'em
(We gonna light it on fire)
Here with the white and the canary cross
Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss
Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche
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
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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
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
We gonna light it on fire
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
Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot
Make your lungs stop, breathe easy
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
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
We gonna light it on fire
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