Fire (Yes, Yes Y'all) [feat. Busta Rhymes]

Let me just make this statement loud and clear, Jersey's here

Some dude's got problems with me over there, and I ain't care

(They gon' do it like)

Some people see me creep, they mack all the time, and that's alright

(They gon' do it like)

You know I slurp my drink, creep on sight, it's a'ight

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

This chick's wit' 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 divaed out, keep her makeup tight

She got her good heels on wit' her Jacob ice

And ma love the club, so she stay up nights

And give me brain just the way I like

One's real ghetto, don't give a reason

She know I'm not her man, she don't riff 'bout cheatin'

Joey only go to her crib on weekends

Real, real late when the kids are sleepin'

'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, come on

Can't stop, won't stop, rock it to the rhythm

'Cause we, uh, get down, 'cause we, uh, get down

'Cause we, uh, get down (Joe Budden and Busta Bust)

'Cause we, uh, get down, and we seein' 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 them hoes in this house? Where them hoes in this house?

Where my **** at?

Guess who's comin'? It be the god of the flows

It be the god of the spittin', it be the god of the blows

Hit 'em, black and blue up your shit, you'll prolly swell up your nose

Lot of bitches loves when I spit, so lemme dazzle you hoes

Just lemme prazzle your head, doin' skedaddle with 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 **** that leave a crack in your skull

Hold up, see, I ain't finished wit' y'all

Before I diminish, lemme handle my business wit' y'all

Watchin' you ****, you shook, all you lookin' all nervous

Maybach in front the club, parked crooked on purpose

Now ladies, my Maybach probably hold six in the back

And three if you're 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, uh, get down, 'cause we, uh, get down

'Cause we, uh, get down (Joe Budden and Busta Bust)

'Cause we, uh, get down, and we seein' 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 them hoes in this house? Where them hoes in this house?

Where my **** at?

Let me just make this statement loud and clear, Jersey's here

Some dude's got problems with me over there, and I ain't care

(They gon' do it like)

Some people see me creep, they mack all type, and that's alright

(We gon' do it like)}

You know I slurp my drink, creep on sight, it's a'ight

Yes, yes, y'all, who ain't believe me?

Don't be fooled, it ain't this easy

All y'all sore, and it's a shame they're cheesy

And you wonder why people don't go

And spend they change on the weekly

Who's flyin' rap? I, in fact, by myself

No one behind the attack

And fuck SoundScan, I ain't buyin' 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 what you provide is wack

I see creativity dyin' fast

I'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks

Now they do it all, you just applyin' 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 sufferin', gaspin'

And it's embarrassin', jump off, I'm the aspirin

I'm still hungry, I'm still fastin'

Y'all fade out, I'm just gettin' it crackin'

Can't stop, won't stop, rock it to the rhythm

'Cause we, uh, get down, 'cause we, uh, get down

'Cause we, uh, get down (Joe Budden and Busta Bust)

'Cause we, uh, get down, and we seein' 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 them hoes in this house? Where them hoes in this house?

Where my **** at?