Artist/Band:
Busta Rhymes
Lyrics for Song: Fire It Up
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Busta Rhymes
Uh, ah, uh ah
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ah ah ah ah
Check it out
Flipmode 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
Flipmode, 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 my crew
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!)
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 my enhanced 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 got your back,
I'll be there just in time to counteract."
Sometimes I might even forget my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo 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 to me, 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 da land, 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 computer screen
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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