Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fire , by - Busta Rhymes. Release date: 08.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fire |
| We got the fire now |
| Come on! |
| 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! |
| 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! |
| 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! |
| FIRE! |