Fire Lyrics by Busta Rhymes

Fire Lyrics

    [Intro:]

    Busta Rhymes, 2000
    We got the fire now
    Come on!

    [Verse 1:]

    Hey, come on, hey
    Whether it's from all of us
    You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest
    From all the mess, hardcoreness from all the stress
    Gotsta get this flawless flow from off my chest
    Whose impossible folding impossible flow
    Ain't a thing in the world that ain't culpable so so
    I make you anticipate great
    Type shape real live niggas appreciate
    To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed
    Run niggas to the island I pack most
    After the gun burst quench my blood thirst
    We will be leavin' you much worse so one hearse
    Yo, now we embellish fuck the jealous
    And they mark on niggas now what you gon' tell us
    Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire
    And give it the niggas because we got the FIRE!

    [Chorus:]

    All my people in the place (Iyyiiiyyiiiiyyiiiiyyiiiii)
    Just put your hands up in the air
    And while we blow the spot and keep it hot
    You got that FIRE!
    Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out
    It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place
    We got that FIRE!

    [Verse 2:]

    Aiyyo
    Rock until I'm gone
    Till the party's over and he start turnin' the lights on
    Type of shit, right inside your whole crew be on
    Be the bullshit, so keep movin' on
    No I ain't havin' it
    Why you grabbin' it, my flow is immaculate
    Passionate when it comes to the fire that you have to get
    Then I tackle it and kill like we Jackal and Jaffolit
    Rob niggas and give it to the church so they can raffle it
    Now you can distinguish how
    Afro-English flowin' broke in English
    Witness how we stay hot and how we keep us goslin'
    Women flawsin' blow the spot often
    (WHAT) niggas say (WHAT) you need to calculate
    Re-evaluate the shit off so we retaliate
    Marinate, when I give the hustle and carry weight
    And bust up niggas like you would have the Bleat Estate
    It's the niggas like y'all I hits for only when it counts
    Black on the set and make motherfuckers bounce
    Connected the raw types of shit
    To make your bitch bug and make niggas pull out cake
    Hey I think it's whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show
    And then let all of my niggas in the back door
    And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire
    And give it the niggas because we got the FIRE!

    [Chorus]

    FIRE!

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