Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"Fire lyrics"
Love Ya Too Much lyrics
I couldn't sleep tonight 'Cause you were on my mind We've been friends so long I treated you wrong, that's not right I said some crazy things Words I did not mean Can I take back the lies Can I apologize Chorus I love ya too much I love ya just the way you are And I love ya too m
I couldn't sleep tonight 'Cause you were on my mind We've been friends so long I treated you wrong, that's not right I said some crazy things Words I did not mean Can I take back the lies Can I apologize Chorus I love ya too much I love ya just the way you are And I love ya too m
[Intro:]
Busta Rhymes, 2000
We got the fire now
Come on!
[Verse 1:]
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 quen
Unpredictable lyrics
When everyday is the same old routine People change it up and you've been nice to me I don't like to blend in with the croud I don't like to be quite I like it loud I'm spontaneous, delirious and all between Live like there's no tomorrow Know what I mean I hate when things are s
ch my blood thirstWhen everyday is the same old routine People change it up and you've been nice to me I don't like to blend in with the croud I don't like to be quite I like it loud I'm spontaneous, delirious and all between Live like there's no tomorrow Know what I mean I hate when things are s
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!
[Chorus:]
All my people in the place (Iyyiiiyyiiiiyyiiiiyyiiiii)
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!
[Verse 2:]
World War III lyrics
US government drew up plans Too much money, got the cash Break out ? staff ? is a fuckin' mess They think they know it all. They're gonna die in the fireball. ? overrule ? play the fool All day World War III [x4] Forget ? I'll make us have another war. It doesn't mat
AiyyoUS government drew up plans Too much money, got the cash Break out ? staff ? is a fuckin' mess They think they know it all. They're gonna die in the fireball. ? overrule ? play the fool All day World War III [x4] Forget ? I'll make us have another war. It doesn't mat
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
Fear Of The Unknown lyrics
(Altus/White)Superstition creeps withinThey alter what we hold in our perception Our subconscious stores the cluesTo what is in our mind and what is realPre-Chorus:No one knows the reason No one has the keyTo unlock the door of this mystery Will we ever find out?Will we
calculate(Altus/White)Superstition creeps withinThey alter what we hold in our perception Our subconscious stores the cluesTo what is in our mind and what is realPre-Chorus:No one knows the reason No one has the keyTo unlock the door of this mystery Will we ever find out?Will we
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!
[Chorus]
FIRE!