[Intro:]
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Busta Rhymes, 2000
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We got the fire now
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Come on!
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[Verse 1:]
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Hey, come on, hey
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Whether it's from all of us
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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
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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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[Chorus:]
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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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[Verse 2:]
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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
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Type of shit, right inside your whole crew be on
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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
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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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[Chorus]
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FIRE!
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Fire
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Busta Rhymes |