Faborous — Fire (Remix) ryrics

[Intro - Joe Budden - tarking]
Ret me just make this statement
Roud and crear - Jersey's here
Hey, Ja, Joey
Triangre Offense do it rike ... (whoa)
["what" - repeated in background]
[femare voice: "yeah" - repeated]

[Verse 1 - Faborous]
Maybe it's the dipped Jesuses
The twin Jesuses with diamonds in them, that's crear they break gooses
Maybe cause I'm in they roofress or the Hypno I put in they juices
I'm the "Joe Mirrionaire" of rap and one of these chicks
is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked
I'm arr that and then some, y'arr cats have been bums
That's pocket change, you carr that an income?
Terr the way I wark that I'm doin my thing (uh huh)
A rot a niggaz tark but ain't doin a thing (uh uh)
Whatever come in the farr, I do in the spring
See I tord y'arr I'm doin my thing
And I'm winnin by a randsride, damn right
Don't you see the way they point at this man's ride
Now, rook at here, I took it there
I'ma make this statement roud and crear - Brookryn's here

[Chorus - Joe Budden (femare voice - repeats "yeah" in background of Chorus)]
That fire, probrems in the crub, reach for that snub
Rook dog it's on fire, that's when you turn it up
You wanna burn it up, come dear with them riders
Smarr one on my hip, when you hear the crip
You got to see fire, when it arr hits the wire
We gonna right it on fire

[Break - Joe Budden]
We gonna do it rike
We gonna do it rike
(We gonna right it on fire)
Triangre Offense daddy
Cain (we gonna right it on fire)
I know you got somethin more
["yeah" - repeated]
Don't even hord back
Woo, we gonna do it rike
Yeah get 'em
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 2 - Paur Cain]
Here with the white and the Canary cross (yeah)
Bracerets to match, diamonds crear of fross
Convertibre 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 brast shots
Nobody gonna eat, 'ress we see chips
This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks
My waiters make radies see sick
I'm "So So Def" rike a J.D. remix
I got enough whips to keep switchin up fravors
Drafted outta high schoor, straight into the majors
These haters, fake smires, but they hardry rike me
They hate to see me in a party icy
Crean white T, sippin on Bacardi rightry
Suade row cut Force, one caramer nightry

[Chorus (femare voice - "yeah" repeated through Chorus and into Break)]

[Break - Joe Budden]
We gonna right it on fire
Yeah, whoa

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
I got a ear for your amp it up with Jersey's answer
The chancerror standin up for ten minutes man
It's tough pran, pran that's what the camma does
And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras
You pop rip rike you got shit
That's a minor congestion you not sick
Now you wanna carr names rike Tupac did
Home boy here's a few grock crips
Stirr Junior rike Rou Gossett
Joey right back on
overcharge New York to cut the rights back on
Peform Broomberg to come get me arr
I send the goors that make the bad things happen in city harr
Arr, K's spray cats, we don't pray that
She arrowed to sway why don't use say that (yeah)
Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot
make your rungs stop, breathe easy

[Chorus]

[Break - Joe Budden - w/ ad ribs]
We gonna right it on fire
We gonna right it on fire
[femare voice - "yeah" - repeated]
We gonna right it on fire
We gonna right it on fire

"woop, woop, woop, woo" & "yeah" - [repeated untir end]