(feat. Joe Budden, Paul Cain)

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]

Let me just make this statement

Loud and clear - Jersey's here

Hey, Ja, Joey

Triangle Offense do it like ... (whoa)

["what" - repeated in background]

[female voice: "yeah" - repeated]



[Verse 1 - Fabolous]

Maybe it's the dipped Jesuses

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 (uh huh)

A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin a thing (uh uh)

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



[Chorus - Joe Budden (female voice - repeats "yeah" in background of Chorus)]

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



[Break - Joe Budden]

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

["yeah" - repeated]

Don't even hold back

Woo, we gonna do it like

Yeah get 'em

Uh, uh, uh



[Verse 2 - Paul Cain]

Here with the white and the Canary cross (yeah)

Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss

Convertible 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 blast shots

Nobody gonna eat, 'less we see chips

This not even funny, not the way we freak chicks

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



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



[Break - Joe Budden]

We gonna light it on fire

Yeah, whoa



[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]

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 (yeah)

Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot

make your lungs stop, breathe easy



[Chorus]



[Break - Joe Budden - w/ ad libs]

We gonna light it on fire

We gonna light it on fire

[female voice - "yeah" - repeated]

We gonna light it on fire

We gonna light it on fire



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