paroles de chanson Fire - Busta Rhymes
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
From
all
the
mess,
hardcoreness
from
all
the
stress
Gotsta
get
this
flawless
flow
from
off
my
chest
Whose
impossible
folding
impossible
flow
Ain't
a
thing
in
the
world
that
ain't
culpable
so
so
I
make
you
anticipate
great
Type
shape
real
live
niggas
appreciate
To
the
utmost
I
pack
toast,
keep
the
gat
closed
Run
niggas
to
the
island
I
pack
most
After
the
gun
burst
quench
my
blood
thirst
We
will
be
leavin'
you
much
worse
so
one
hearse
Yo,
now
we
embellish
fuck
the
jealous
And
they
mark
on
niggas
now
what
you
gon'
tell
us
Skydiver,
short
circuit
just
like
a
live
wire
And
give
it
the
niggas
because
we
got
the
FIRE!
All
my
people
in
the
place
Just
put
your
hands
up
in
the
air
And
while
we
blow
the
spot
and
keep
it
hot
You
got
that
FIRE!
Jump,
shake,
bounce
when
we
come
to
you
turn
you
out
It's
Flipmode
Squad
that
keeps
on
right
your
rightest
place
We
got
that
FIRE!
Aiyyo
Rock
until
I'm
gone
Till
the
party's
over
and
he
start
turnin'
the
lights
on
Type
of
shit,
right
inside
your
whole
crew
be
on
Be
the
bullshit,
so
keep
movin'
on
No
I
ain't
havin'
it
Why
you
grabbin'
it,
my
flow
is
immaculate
Passionate
when
it
comes
to
the
fire
that
you
have
to
get
Then
I
tackle
it
and
kill
like
we
Jackal
and
Jaffolit
Rob
niggas
and
give
it
to
the
church
so
they
can
raffle
it
Now
you
can
distinguish
how
Afro-English
flowin'
broke
in
English
Witness
how
we
stay
hot
and
how
we
keep
us
goslin'
Women
flawsin'
blow
the
spot
often
(WHAT)
niggas
say
(WHAT)
you
need
to
calculate
Re-evaluate
the
shit
off
so
we
retaliate
Marinate,
when
I
give
the
hustle
and
carry
weight
And
bust
up
niggas
like
you
would
have
the
Bleat
Estate
It's
the
niggas
like
y'all
I
hits
for
only
when
it
counts
Black
on
the
set
and
make
motherfuckers
bounce
Connected
the
raw
types
of
shit
To
make
your
bitch
bug
and
make
niggas
pull
out
cake
Hey
I
think
it's
whack
yo,
I
stack
dough,
and
pack
a
rap
show
And
then
let
all
of
my
niggas
in
the
back
door
And
let
the
spot
short
circuit
just
like
a
live
wire
And
give
it
the
niggas
because
we
got
the
FIRE!
All
my
people
in
the
place
Just
put
your
hands
up
in
the
air
And
while
we
blow
the
spot
and
keep
it
hot
You
got
that
FIRE!
Jump,
shake,
bounce
when
we
come
to
you
turn
you
out
It's
Flipmode
Squad
that
keeps
on
right
your
rightest
place
We
got
that
FIRE!
FIRE!
1 Live It Up
2 Make Noise
3 The Heist
4 Here We Go Again
5 Bladow!!
6 Get Out!!
7 Why We Die
8 Intro: The Current State of Anarchy
9 Salute da Gods!!
10 Enjoy da Ride
11 We Put It Down for Y’all
12 Street Shit
13 All Night
14 Show Me What You Got
15 A Trip Out of Town
16 C'mon All My Niggaz, C'mon All My Bitches
17 We Comin’ Through
18 Anarchy
19 Outro
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