[Intro]
Busta Rhymes, 2000
(Hah, haha, haha, hahaha)
We got the fire now (Come on!)
[Verse 1]
Hey, come on, hey (Hah), whether it's for (Hooo) more or less (Hah, hah)
You best believe Busta Rhymes, more flavor than all the rest
Before the mess (Huh), hardcoreness before the stress (Hah)
Gotsta get this flawless flow up off my chest (Huh)
Who's responsible for the impossible flow? (Hah)
Ain't a thing in the world that ain't copable, so (So)
I make you anticipate great (Hah)
Type shit real live niggas appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat close (Huh)
Run niggas to the island of Patmos (Hah)
After the gun burst, quench my blood thirst (Huh)
We will be (Hah) leavin' you much worse than one hearse (Hah)
Yo, now we embellish, fuck the jealous (Huh!)
And embark on niggas, now what you gon' tell us? (Hah)
Skydiver (Huh), short circuit just like a live wire (Hah)
And give it to niggas because we got the (Fire!)
[Chorus]
All my people in the place
Just put your hands up in the air
And while we blow the spot and keep it hot
We got that (Fire!)
Jump, shake, bounce when we come through we turn you out
'Cause Flipmode Squad got heat so light your lighters 'cause
We got that (Fire!)
Busta Rhymes, 2000
(Hah, haha, haha, hahaha)
We got the fire now (Come on!)
[Verse 1]
Hey, come on, hey (Hah), whether it's for (Hooo) more or less (Hah, hah)
You best believe Busta Rhymes, more flavor than all the rest
Before the mess (Huh), hardcoreness before the stress (Hah)
Gotsta get this flawless flow up off my chest (Huh)
Who's responsible for the impossible flow? (Hah)
Ain't a thing in the world that ain't copable, so (So)
I make you anticipate great (Hah)
Type shit real live niggas appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat close (Huh)
Run niggas to the island of Patmos (Hah)
After the gun burst, quench my blood thirst (Huh)
We will be (Hah) leavin' you much worse than one hearse (Hah)
Yo, now we embellish, fuck the jealous (Huh!)
And embark on niggas, now what you gon' tell us? (Hah)
Skydiver (Huh), short circuit just like a live wire (Hah)
And give it to niggas because we got the (Fire!)
[Chorus]
All my people in the place
Just put your hands up in the air
And while we blow the spot and keep it hot
We got that (Fire!)
Jump, shake, bounce when we come through we turn you out
'Cause Flipmode Squad got heat so light your lighters 'cause
We got that (Fire!)
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