Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fire, artist - Busta Rhymes.
Date of issue: 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! |