Fire lyrics

[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
Before the mess (Huh), hardcoreness before the stress (Hah)
Gotsta get this flawless flow up 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 than one hearse (Hah)
Yo, now we embellish, f*ck the jealous (Huh!)
And embark on 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
We got that (Fire!)
Jump, shake, bounce when we come through we turn you out
'Cause Flipmode Squad got heat so light your lighters 'cause
We got that (Fire!)
[Verse 2]
Ayo, rock until I'm gone (Hah)
'Til the party's over (Hoo) and they start turnin' the lights on (Hah)
Type of sh*t, my entire whole crew be on
Be 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 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)
Then we floss and 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 to 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
We got that (Fire!)
Jump, shake, bounce when we come through we turn you out
(Just light your blowtorch! Just light your blowtorch!)
'Cause Flipmode Squad got heat so light your lighters 'cause
(Just light your blowtorch! Everybody in the place, c'mon! Most strong, yo!)
We got that (Fire!)