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Uh ah ah OH, ah ah ah |
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Check it out |
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Flipmode Squad, '98 |
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Raw deluxe, check it out y'all |
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VERSE 1 |
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I be the street kid, the brother your momma freak wit |
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Put your people on if y'all know how to keep a secret |
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When I get money you know I like to keep it |
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How I get money others are tryin to peep it |
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Flipmode, will be winners you wanna form a team wit |
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The big money figures, the ones to plot the scheme wit |
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The brothers who be used to gettin money frequent |
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The ones I would always measure up my triple beams wit |
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Until they start takin my people to the precint |
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That's all back in the day yo, that ain't nuttin recent |
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'cause nowadays we see women we like to speak wit |
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Eat wit, lay 'em down and sleep wit |
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Type of women make a brother wanna keep it |
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Shorty be so exotic she lookin decent |
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Lotta corny niggaz be offerin whack free shit |
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I can't hold the heat no more yo, I gotta release it |
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CHORUS 1 |
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What y'all gonna do? Don't you know we always comin through, me and my crew, |
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Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP) |
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To all my dogs that stay blunted, rollin around in the 500, all day, |
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Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP) |
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C'mon |
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VERSE 2 |
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Now everytime that I meet a sucka who's fronted, it's aight |
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Gettin money and everybody want it |
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Smoke a big blunt, get myself all fucked up |
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Fall on the floor, gotta call my X-500 |
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Iceburg-5 - where you at?? |
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"No need for alarm, right now I'm cruisin to the sound of my enhanced CD-ROM" |
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[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/fire-it-up-turn-it-up-lyrics-busta-rhymes.html ] |
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Hurry up 5, yo you know it's about to get thick |
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I see this cat away behind my back about to do a stick |
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"Tell me where you at, I will be there in 10 seconds flat, you know I got your |
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back, I'll be there just in time to counteract" |
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Sometimes I might even forget crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost, and |
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blast right through in the ceiling and in the roof |
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Comin through, hittin you, and knockin other suckas tooth's |
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Full speed ahead like we runnin a toll booth |
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Produce more flavor that Veryfine juice |
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Call a truce, on me and my people and let loose |
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CHORUS 2 |
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All my ladies in the place to be, gettin money while they next to me, lemme |
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see, Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT |
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UP) |
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All my people just wave your hands, gettin money all across the land, one time |
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Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP) |
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C'mon |
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VERSE 3 |
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Release the heat, we lettin loose to the extreme |
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Me and the Iceburg X-5, bounce from the scene |
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Recline my seat, rock to the beat |
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Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in the heat |
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Blowin up the spot that we hittin, know what I mean? |
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Got you hopin we keepin you people up like caffeine |
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Fly guillotine, seeing everything on my little computer screen |
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From here to Philippines |
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Keep it movin, we never run out of gasoline |
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Gas me, your arson, but lookin kerosene |
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Me and my 5 be runnin the mission you never seen |
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Hot shit, makin ya suckas forever fein |
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Anyone of you comin you better come clean |
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Hit you with an overdose of more rhyme amphetamine |
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Got you eye bloodshot you need visine |
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People in wylin, I think you need to wreak the sirene |