Let me just make this statement   Loud and clear, Jersey's here   Hey, Ja, Joey   Triangle offense do it like      Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah   Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah   Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah      Maybe it's the dipped deuces, 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   A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin' a thing   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      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      We gonna light it on fire   We gonna light it on fire   We gonna light it on fire   We gonna light it on fire      Here with the white and the Canary cross   Bracelets to match, diamonds clear of floss   Convertible hard top in a Carrera Porsche   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   Suede low cut Force One caramel nightly      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      We gonna light it on fire      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   Before Bloomberg to come get me all   I send the goons 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 you say that?   Can't stop, won't stop, shots heard, one shot, gun shot   Make your lungs stop, breathe easy      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      We gonna light it on fire   We gonna light it on fire   We gonna light it on fire   We gonna light it on fire      Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah   Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah   Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah      Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah   Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah   Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah