Fire lyrics

by

Raekwon


[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
From all the mess (Huh), hardcoreness from all the stress (Hah)
Gotsta get this flawless flow from 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 sh*t real live n*ggas appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat close (Huh)
Run n*ggas to the island of Patmos (Hah)
After the gun burst, quench my blood thirst (Huh)
We will be (Hah) leavin' you much worse in one hearse (Hah)
Yo, now we embellish, f*ck the jealous (Huh!)
And them foghorn n*ggas, now what you gon' tell us? (Hah)
Skydiver (Huh), short circuit just like a live wire (Hah)
And give it to n*ggas 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
You got that (Fire!)
Jump, shake, bounce when we come through to turn you out
It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place
We got that (Fire!)
[Verse 2]
Ayo, rock until I'm gone (Hah)
'Til the party's over and they start turnin' the lights on (Hah)
Type of sh*t, my entire whole crew be on
Leave the bullsh*t (Hah), so keep movin' on (Huh)
No, I ain't havin' it (Hah)
While you grabbin' it, my flow is immaculate (Hah)
Passionate, when (Oooh) it comes to the fire (Ha) that you have to get (Huh)
Then I tackle it and kill like the jackal and gaffle it (Hah)
Rob n*ggas (Huh) and give it to the church so they can raffle it (Hah)
Now you can't distinguish (Hah) how (How!)
I relinquish (Ha) flow in broken English (Huh, huh)
Witness how we stay hot and how we keep it scorchin' (Hah)
Women flossin' blow the spot often
(What?) n*ggas say (What?), you need to calculate (Huh, hah)
Re-evaluate your sh*t talk 'fore we retaliate, marinate (Hah)
When I used to hustle and carry weight (Huh)
And bust up n*ggas like you would have to flee the state (Hah)
Hits for n*ggas like y'all, I hits for only when it counts (Hah)
Black on the set and make motherf*ckers bounce (Huh)
Connected the raw types of sh*t (Hah)
To make your b*tch bug and make n*ggas pull out quick
Y'all n*ggas wack (Hah), yo
I stack dough, and pack a rap show (Huh)
And then let all of my n*ggas in the back door (Hah)
And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire (Huh)
And give it to n*ggas 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
You got that (Fire!)
Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out
(Just light your blowtorch! Just light your blowtorch!)
It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place
(Just light your blowtorch! Everybody in the place, c'mon! Most strong, yo!)
We got that (Fire!)
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