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Fire (f: Busta Rhymes)


by Joe Budden. Buy album CD: 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

Yes, y'all it's the one and only
And I came to have fun, here homie
And I came wit' a ton of money
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me

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

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?

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 in front 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

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?

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

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

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

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

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?




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Album: Joe Budden (2003) Lyrics
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  1. Fire (f: Busta Rhymes)
  2. Survivor (featuring kiyamma griffin)
  3. Intro
  4. # 1
  5. -pump it up-
  6. Pusha man
  7. U ain't gotta go home
  8. Walk with me
  9. She Wanna Know
  10. She wanna know - (featuring lil' mo)
  11. Survivor
  12. Fire
  13. Fire - (featuring Busta Rhymes)
  14. Ma Ma Ma
  15. Ma ma ma - (featuring 112)
  16. Calm down
  17. Focus
  18. Give me reason
  19. Stand up nucca
  20. 10 mins.
  21. Real Life In Rap
  22. Porno Star

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