Busta Rhymes - Fire lyrics
[Busta Rhymes - Fire lyrics]
Busta Rhymes, 2000 we got the fire now
Come on!
Hey, come on
Hey whether it's for more or less
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
Who's responsible for the impossible flow?
Ain't a thing in the world
That ain't copable, so, so
I make you anticipate great
Type shit real live niggas appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast
Keep the gat close
Run niggas to the island of Patmos
After the gun burst, quench my blood thirst
We will be leavin' you much
Worse in one hearse
Yo, now we embellish, fuck the jealous
And them foghorn niggas
Now what you gon' tell us?
Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire
And give it to niggas because
We got the FIRE!
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 through to
You turn you out
It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on
Right your rightest place we got that FIRE!
Ayo, rock until I'm gone
'Til the party's over and they
Start turnin' the lights on
Type of shit, my entire whole crew be on
Leave the bullshit, so keep movin' on
No, I ain't havin' it
While 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
The jackal and gaffle it
Rob niggas and give it to the
Church so they can raffle it
Now you can't distinguish how
I relinquish flow in broken English
Witness how we stay hot and
How we keep it scorchin'
Women flossin' blow the spot often
(WHAT) niggas say (WHAT) you
Need to calculate
Re-evaluate your shit talk 'fore we retaliate
Marinate, when I used to
Hustle and carry weight
And bust up niggas like you
Would have flee the state
Hit's for niggas like y'all
I hit's 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 quick
Y'all niggas wack, 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!
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!
FIRE!
Come on!
Hey, come on
Hey whether it's for more or less
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
Who's responsible for the impossible flow?
Ain't a thing in the world
That ain't copable, so, so
I make you anticipate great
Type shit real live niggas appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast
Keep the gat close
Run niggas to the island of Patmos
After the gun burst, quench my blood thirst
We will be leavin' you much
Worse in one hearse
Yo, now we embellish, fuck the jealous
And them foghorn niggas
Now what you gon' tell us?
Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire
And give it to niggas because
We got the FIRE!
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 through to
You turn you out
It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on
Right your rightest place we got that FIRE!
Ayo, rock until I'm gone
'Til the party's over and they
Start turnin' the lights on
Type of shit, my entire whole crew be on
Leave the bullshit, so keep movin' on
No, I ain't havin' it
While 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
The jackal and gaffle it
Rob niggas and give it to the
Church so they can raffle it
Now you can't distinguish how
I relinquish flow in broken English
Witness how we stay hot and
How we keep it scorchin'
Women flossin' blow the spot often
(WHAT) niggas say (WHAT) you
Need to calculate
Re-evaluate your shit talk 'fore we retaliate
Marinate, when I used to
Hustle and carry weight
And bust up niggas like you
Would have flee the state
Hit's for niggas like y'all
I hit's 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 quick
Y'all niggas wack, 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!
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!
FIRE!