Fire It Up

Busta Rhymes

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    Uh, ah, uh ah
    Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh
    Ah ah ah ah
    Check it out
    Flimpmoo Squad '98
    Raw Deluxe, check it out y'all

    I be the street hit
    The brotha yo momma freak wit
    Put yo people on if y'all know how to keep a secret
    When I get money ya know I like to keep it
    How I get money ya know others are tryin to peep it

    Flimpmoo, be the winners ya wanna form a team with
    The big money figures to plot da scheme with
    The brothas who be used to gettin money frequent
    The ones who I'd always measure up my triple beams with

    Until they start takin my people to the precint
    But dats all back in da day yo, that ain't nuttin recent
    Cuz now we see women we like to speak with
    Eat with, lay 'em down and sleep with

    Type of woman who make a brotha wanna keep it
    Shorty be so exotic she lookin decent
    Lotta corny niggaz who be offerin whack free shit
    I can't hold the heat no more, yo I gotta release it

    CHORUS 1:
    What y'all gonna do? Don't we always comin through, me and mycrew
    Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"!(FIRE IT UP!)

    To all my dogs dat stay bloody, well around in the 500, all day
    Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"!(FIRE IT UP!)

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    Now everytime I meet a sucka dats frontin, it's aight
    Gettin money and everybody want it
    Smoke a big blunt, get all fucked up
    Fall on da floor, gotta call my X-500

    Iceburg 5 where you at??
    "No need for alarm, right now I'm cruisin' to the sound of myenhanced cd-rom."
    Hurry up 5, things are about to get thick
    I see dis cat away behind my back about to do a stick
    "Tell me where you at, I will be there in 10 seconds flat, I gotyour back,
    I'll be there just in time to counteract."
    Sometimes I might even forget my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, Iturbo boost,
    and blast through da ceiling in da roof

    Comin through, hittin you, and knockin out other sucka's tooths
    Full speed ahead, like we runnin a toll booth
    Produce more flavour then Veryfine juice
    Call a truce on me and my people and let loose

    CHORUS 2:
    All my ladies in da place to be, gettin money while they next tome, lemme see
    Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"!(FIRE IT UP!)

    All my people just wave yo hands, gettin money all across daland, one time
    Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"!(FIRE IT UP!)
    C'mon

    Release the heat, we lettin loose to the extreme
    Me my Iceburg X-5 bounce from da scene
    Recline my seat, rock to da beat
    Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in da heat

    Blow up da spot we be hittin, know what I mean?
    Got you hoppin yo people up like caffeine
    Flyin guilloutine, seein everything on my little computerscreen
    From here to Phillipines

    Keep it movin, we never run out of gasoline
    Gas me, your arson, but lookin kerosene
    Me and my five be runnin the mission you never seen
    Hot shit, makin ya fuckas forever fein

    Anyone of you comin, you better come clean
    Hit you with a dose of rhyme amphetamine
    Got your eyes all bloodshot, ya need visine
    People in Wylin, I think you need to wreak da sirene

    CHORUS 1 & 2

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    Composición: Al Green y Trevor Smith

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