hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in
"fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP) To all my dogs that stay bloody, well around in the 500, all day, Lemme here you say "fire
fire it up (fire it up) Say fire it up (fire it up) C'MON! Now, everytime that I meet a nigga who fronting It's alright 'cause you getting money
say fire it up (fire it up) Say fire it up (fire it up) C'MON! Now, everytime that I meet a nigga who fronting It's aight 'cause you getting money and
"fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP) To all my dogs that stay blunted, rollin around in the 500, all day, Lemme here you say "fire it
presses Like make it mo hot baby Turn it up, I wanna hear it real loud, just Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby Turn it up, we need to tear
M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome Peace with the chrome piece that
me fuck up your mind On time, showin, you the, rhythm as I get wreck and get raw Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw It's Busta Rhymes givin you
Turn it up (ha ha ha) Flimode (ha ha ha) Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) Another banging
[baby sham] Aiyyo, balls your pencils As hollow tips get in you Bots cutting to slice your face you Rhymes is natural Hold two lives and four wives Up
it - let’s swing it right back to the crib then I hit it, she love the way I spit it Huh! See when I come they love how I’m movin it They worship the
f/ Busta Rhymes, M.O.P. [Intro: P. Diddy] (Busta Rhymes) Stick 'em up! As we proceed Stick em up motherfuckers! To give you what you need Put your hands
yagga, yagga, yaggo (Bo) Fire fi' bun a pretty gal gwaan cool now (Bo) Dat belly ting dat mek a bwoy tun fool you know (Bo) Pull up a seat and mek me
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
since I held that zone And served it, from all the days I heard mama's curses Now I put it in verses, it was worth it Don't let it hurt kid, push a pack
shit (Triple Seis) Triple Seis the killer like turn your fact Bringing it back the way B-X put it on the map Its like that running up in your shots while
-ch-check it out ya'll, ch-ch-check it out ya'll Check it-check it out, check it-check it out Check it-check it-check it out-check it out Check it-check it
ideal nickel solos it Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor