"Fire"(feat. Busta Rhymes)
  [Intro: Joe Budden]
  Let me just make this statement
  Loud and clear - Jersey's here
  Some dude's got problems wit me
  Over there - I ain't care
  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!)
    [Verse: Joe Budden]
  Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else?)
  And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)
  And I came wit a ton of money (but!)
  Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
  This chick's wit her man frontin on me
  I'll holla at her when she done wit 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 wit 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
  '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 (c'mon!)
    [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
  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 doe in this house
  Bring that doe in this house
  Where dem hoes in this house?
  Where dem hoes in this house?
  Where my niggas at?
    [Verse: Busta Rhymes]
  Guess who's coming?
  It be the God of the flows
  It be the God of the spitting
  It 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 wit y'all
  Before I diminish let me handle my business wit y'all
  Watching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervous
  Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose
  Now ladies my Mercedes 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
    [Chorus]
    [Bridge: Joe Budden]
  Let me just make this statement
  Loud and clear - Jersey's here
  Some dude's got problems wit me
  Over there - I ain't care
  Some people see me creep
  They mack all type - that's alright
  You know I slurp my drink
  I'm clipped inside - kids aight
    [Verse: Joe Budden]
  Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me?
  Don't be fooled it ain't this easy
  All y'all so 'n so's shamed, that cheesy
  You wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly
  (But) 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 embarassing! Jump Off I'm the aspirin
  I'm still hungry, I'm still fasting
  Y'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking
    [Chorus]
    [Outro]
  Whoo! [repeat to fade]