sun has come up, the night is behind Go down in the city, into the street And let's give the message to the people we meet So light up the fire and
house of blues Mtv news On the bus with my flipmode loco (loco) Takin flicks Hittin chicks by the dozen (dozen) Keep a shot runnin Now I’m on a journey It take you twenty light
a thousnad warriors When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious Blocks on fire (you’re a star) (blocks on fire) Fiends getting higher (you’re a
shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'all Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all Sex y'all And put a bounce up in your breast y'all Yes
in the working city... yo go get the plates and the gym star" "Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that" "Fuck this shit" [Busta Rhymes
mars is mourned warned rating. Torn wound a sprite bright light the mics. Mix vega a quarter woters. What you get when you’re broke, becomes bodega bothering, sobering Ting-a-ling-a
the crate shit Light it light it, please don't fight it You're all invited, when we kick off the next riot (Welcome!) Bust it bust it, get your crops
Busta Rhymes, 2000 We got the fire now Come on Hey, come on, hey whether it's from all of us You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest
wet that I??? acquired at the set Triple Seis is on fire I??¦ as hot as it gets Rock the light the end is about to line up the set Chorus (Reka) Yo
the rhymes is invented So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke See how I was flowin' on my last cassette? Rapid-fire like I'm blastin' a Tec
into you wit' a Pogo stick? Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness? Wit' a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet And I threw up more tracks
changed up my style, to the ladies been mackin I wrote a rhyme about 'Roxanne, Roxanne' I used to bust it out when I went to a jam My mother read the
find your lighter still [Unverified] somebody call Cypress Hill Sen Dog, you got some fire for a brother, man? "I got some fire but your lighter?s still
demolish in a single day Strike faster than a magazine, ace/deuce tray My beat is a death defying feat And every mom crack the shell, it's so hard to repeat My Beat a
like you'd rather be at home watchin' a flick or a fight Or maybe 'Nick At Nite' It's sick how I'm addicted to mics, become a flickerin' light After
recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Green But hold up, Moet be tastin' like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up Ya never
Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.
we the best never the less You know we get it hot Fire flame, fire, fire flame Put me on the track and I'm a really let a motherfucker feel it When I
