"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
[Busta Rhymes: A Tribe Called Quest - "Scenario" Sample] As I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind RRRAH
Hey A belly dancer, a snake charmer, a belly dancer, a snake charmer A belly dancer, a snake charmer, a belly dancer A yagga, yagga, yaggo (Bo) Fire
Keith Sweat, Busta Rhymes Ridin' with the Flipmode on fire now I love to stand up in corners With thugs, holdin' it down Or be in golf courses Sippin
's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand CC's [Havoc] Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real hold it down You bust yours, we bust
[Pharrell] Nigga, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya chair 'n A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin' First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin
flash out bring two big batty gal back a mi ras house [Chorus: Busta Rhymes (*Pharrell) (Tosh)] A KILL DEM!!! (And one and two and three and four lick a shot more fire
a rep I handle mics, like hardaway And never get stripped, bust ya boy shit When he ridin' on my dick Nigga ya foulin' out, hackin' me wit the wack rhymes
like an Adex Avirex jacket Yo the gods they bust like latex sex packets Emcees they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all They dyin' to ball, the rhyme
the mosh pit on some rock shit Bang your head to this, pump your fist if you feelin' it Wild the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it This is as
swords behold the prolifical Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider prize fighter Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire I speak legalized dope, hit man for hire I quote murderous notes dope rhyme
yo, Hey yo, Hey yo (Dirtman) I spit that killer shit white gorilla shit nobody ill a shit You never seen it before its all Ligitement Italiano bust holes
Come on, life, death Here, gone, yo If I should die don't cry my niggas Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas And when I'm gone don't
it The same place where 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
was busted, disgusted, and couldn't be trusted He tried to battle me and found self-destruction 2 Live Crew, 2 li-2 li-2 Live Crew Bus-bust a rhyme, bus-bust a rhyme Bus-bust
the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped Wanna I fuck wit' Tech N9ne, well, then fine I smoke a beat wit' Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not? Really
coming with a scorcher Y'all already know who it is, it's Busta Bust and Travis Barker Back to the beat, see we gotta go When we hit the fire trucks
me it wasn't happenin So I 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