| We got the fire now
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| Come on!
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| Hey, come on, hey
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| Whether it’s from all of us You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest
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| From all the mess, hardcoreness from all the stress
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| Gotsta get this flawless flow from off my chest
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| Whose impossible folding impossible flow
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| Ain’t a thing in the world that ain’t culpable so so
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| I make you anticipate great
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| Type shape real live niggas appreciate
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| To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed
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| Run niggas to the island I pack most
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| After the gun burst quench my blood thirst
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| We will be leavin’you much worse so one hearse
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| Yo, now we embellish fuck the jealous
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| And they mark on niggas now what you gon’tell us Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire
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| And give it the niggas because we got the FIRE!
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| All my people in the place (Iyyiiiyyiiiiyyiiiiyyiiiii)
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| Just put your hands up in the air
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| And while we blow the spot and keep it hot
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| You got that FIRE!
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| Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out
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| It’s Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place
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| We got that FIRE!
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| Aiyyo
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| Rock until I’m gone
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| 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
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| No I ain’t havin’it
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| Why you grabbin’it, my flow is immaculate
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| Passionate when it comes to the fire that you have to get
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| Then I tackle it and kill like we Jackal and Jaffolit
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| Rob niggas and give it to the church so they can raffle it Now you can distinguish how
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| Afro-English flowin’broke in English
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| Witness how we stay hot and how we keep us goslin'
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| Women flawsin’blow the spot often
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| (WHAT) niggas say (WHAT) you need to calculate
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| Re-evaluate the shit off so we retaliate
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| Marinate, when I give the hustle and carry weight
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| And bust up niggas like you would have the Bleat Estate
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| It’s the niggas like y’all I hits for only when it counts
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| Black on the set and make motherfuckers bounce
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| Connected the raw types of shit
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| To make your bitch bug and make niggas pull out cake
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| Hey I think it’s whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show
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| And then let all of my niggas in the back door
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| And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire
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| And give it the niggas because we got the FIRE!
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| FIRE! |