Fire

Title	Fire
Artist	Busta Rhymes
Album	Anarchy
Release Date	2000-07-29
Description	?
Lyrics	[Intro] Busta Rhymes, 2000 We got the fire now Come on! [Verse 1] 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! [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 through to you turn you out It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place We got that FIRE! [Verse 2] 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 Hits for 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 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! You might also like[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! FIRE!