| Let me just make this statement
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| Loud and clear — Jersey’s here
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| Hey, Ja, Joey
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| Triangle Offense do it like … (whoa)
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| («what" — repeated in background)
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| (*female voice: «yeah" — repeated*)
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| Maybe it’s the dipped Jesuses
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| The twin Jesuses with diamonds in them, that’s clear they break gooses
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| Maybe cause I’m in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices
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| I’m the «Joe Millionaire"of rap and one of these chicks
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| is gonna get picked and gonna get dicked
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| I’m all that and then some, y’all cats have been bums
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| That’s pocket change, you call that an income?
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| Tell the way I walk that I’m doin my thing (uh huh)
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| A lot a niggaz talk but ain’t doin a thing (uh uh)
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| Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring
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| See I told y’all I’m doin my thing
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| And I’m winnin by a landslide, damn right
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| Don’t you see the way they point at this man’s ride
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| Now, look at here, I took it there
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| I’ma make this statement loud and clear — Brooklyn’s here
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| (*female voice — repeats «yeah"in background of Chorus*]
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| That fire, problems in the club, reach for that snub
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| Look dog it’s on fire, that’s when you turn it up You wanna burn it up, come deal with them riders
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| Small one on my hip, when you hear the clip
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| You got to see fire, when it all hits the wire
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| We gonna light it on fire
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| We gonna do it like
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| We gonna do it like
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| (We gonna light it on fire)
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| Triangle Offense daddy
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| Cain (we gonna light it on fire)
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| I know you got somethin more
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| (*"yeah" — repeated*)
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| Don’t even hold back
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| Woo, we gonna do it like
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| Yeah get 'em
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| Uh, uh, uh Here with the white and the Canary cross (yeah)
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| Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss
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| Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche (Cain)
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| I’m young but I’m damn near a boss
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| And of course your boy ride with a thing in the stash box
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| Quick to hit the button, even quicker to blast shots
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| Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips
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| This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks
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| My waiters make ladies see sick
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| I’m «So So Def"like a J.D. remix
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| I got enough whips to keep switchin up flavors
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| Drafted outta high school, straight into the majors
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| These haters, fake smiles, but they hardly like me They hate to see me in a party icy
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| Clean white T, sippin on Bacardi lightly
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| Suade low cut Force, one caramel nightly
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| (*female voice — «yeah"repeated through Chorus and into Break*)
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| We gonna light it on fire
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| Yeah, whoa
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| I got a ear for your &it up with Jersey’s answer
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| The chancellor standin up for ten minutes man
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| It’s tough plan, plan that’s what the camma does
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| And Jam’s son it’s the new King, done with the cameras
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| You pop lip like you got shit
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| That’s a minor congestion you not sick
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| Now you wanna call names like Tupac did
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| Home boy here’s a few glock clips
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| Still Junior like Lou Gossett
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| Joey right back on overcharge New York to cut the lights back on Peform Bloomberg to come get me all
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| I send the gools that make the bad things happen in city hall
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| All, K’s spray cats, we don’t play that
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| She allowed to sway why don’t use say that (yeah)
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| Can’t stop, won’t stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot
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| make your lungs stop, breathe easy
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| — w/ ad libs
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| We gonna light it on fire
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| We gonna light it on fire
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| (female voice — «yeah" — repeated)
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| We gonna light it on fire
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| We gonna light it on fire
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| («woop, woop, woop, woo""yeah" — repeated until end) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fire Remix, artist - Fabolous Joe BuddenAlbum song More Street Dreams Pt. 2 The Mixtape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп