(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]