Fire lyrics

Artist  : Joe Budden 
Song : Fire
 


[Intro: Joe Budden]
Let me just make this
statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's
here
Some dude's got problems wit me
Over
there - I ain't care
Some people see me
creep
They mack all type - that's
alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm
clipped inside - kids aight (Just
Blaze!)

[Verse: Joe Budden]
Yes y'all
it's the one and only (what else?)
And I came
to have fun, here homie (what else?)
And I
came wit a ton of money (but!)
Don't get it
twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's
wit her man frontin on me
I'll holla at her
when she done wit homie
Cause, Jump Off I got
a ton of grown freaks
One named Tasha, one
named Monique
One's diva'd out, keep her
make-up tight
She got her good heels on wit
her Jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she stay
up nice
And she give me brains just the way I
like!
One's real ghetto, don't give a
reason
She knows I'm not her man, she don't
riff bout cheating
Joey only go to her crib on
weekends
Real real late when the kids are
sleeping
'Tis the season, no more BS
music
Watch and learn, see us do this
Geeks
here's new shit
Playboy I keep exclusives to
make dudes see less units
(c'mon!)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Can't
stop won't stop
Rock it to the rhythm
Cause
we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get
down
Cause we - ah get down
Joe Budden,
Busta Bus
Cause we - ah get down
And we
seeing that
There's some hoes in this
house
There's some hoes in this house
Light
that 'dro in tha house
Smoke that 'dro in tha
house
Bring that doe in this house
Bring
that doe in this house
Where dem hoes in this
house?
Where dem hoes in this house?
Where
my niggas at?

[Verse: Busta
Rhymes]
Guess who's coming?
It be the God
of the flows
It be the God of the
spitting
It be the God of the blows
You'll
be black and blue up your shit
And probably
swell up your nose
Lotta bitches love when I
spit so let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle
your head, do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a
stack of that money and get a stack of the
'dro
Better back it up money before they crack
through the dome
I got a pack of them niggas
that leave a crack in yo skull
HOLD UP!! ...
see I ain't finished wit y'all
Before I
diminish let me handle my business wit
y'all
Watching you niggas, you shook! all you
looking all nervous
Maybach infront the club,
parked crooked on purpose
Now ladies my
Mercedes Maybach
Probably hold six in the back
and three if ya fat
Probably hold more in the
back if they sit on the lap
I gotta go and
move to the party to see where it's
at

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Joe
Budden]
Let me just make this
statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's
here
Some dude's got problems wit me
Over
there - I ain't care
Some people see me
creep
They mack all type - that's
alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm
clipped inside - kids aight

[Verse: Joe
Budden]
Yes yes y'all who ain't believe
me?
Don't be fooled it ain't this easy
All
y'all so 'n so's shamed, that cheesy
You
wonder why people don't go and spend they change
on a weekly
(But) Who's fly in rap? I in
fact
By myself, no one behind the
attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING
that
Cause y'all sell em to the stores then
buy 'em back
Now one hot storm, we'll fly and
rap
If the rest of you provide is wack
I
see creativity dying fast
I'm glad producers
charge so high for they tracks (tell em why
though)
Now they do it all, you just applying
the rap
Honestly now, it's not the economy's
down
Now rap dudes suck they own pee
hole
The wacker the music the bigger the
ego
Fans left suffering, gasping!
And it's
embarassing! Jump Off I'm the aspirin
I'm
still hungry, I'm still fasting
Y'all fade
out, I'm just getting it
cracking

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Whoo!
[repeat to fade]