Fire (Yes, Yes Y'all)

Let me just make this statement

Loud and clear, Jersey's here

Some dude's got problems with me

Over there, I ain't scared

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)

Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else?)

And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)

And I came with a ton of money (but)

Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)

This chick's with her man frontin on me

I'll holla at her when she done with 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 with 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

This 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)

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 dough in this house

Bring that dough 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

And I 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 with y'all

Before I diminish let me handle my business with y'all

Watching you niggas, you shook all you looking all nervous

Maybach in front the club, parked crooked on purpose

Now ladies my M- 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 that house

Smoke that 'dro in that house

Bring that dough in this house

Bring that dough 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 with me

Over there, I ain't scared

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 your songs it's a shame, they 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 (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 embarrassing 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 dough in this house

Bring that dough in this house

Where dem hoes in this house?

Where dem hoes in this house?

Where my niggas at?

Whoo