Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"Fire lyrics"
Groove Takes Over lyrics
Morning comes and like a scream the sun is shining Feel it rushing back, the tide of blue so soon returning Can't remember feeling happy free and clear Then I hear that rhythm, once again my heart is pounding The groove takes over Sadness takes cover Walking down the street, whispering the
Morning comes and like a scream the sun is shining Feel it rushing back, the tide of blue so soon returning Can't remember feeling happy free and clear Then I hear that rhythm, once again my heart is pounding The groove takes over Sadness takes cover Walking down the street, whispering the
[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
It's The Money Fake ID Interlude lyrics
[hook] Now it's the money, that make this here world round' And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes
ch my blood thirst[hook] Now it's the money, that make this here world round' And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes
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:]
Because I'm Loving You lyrics
Na na na na,na na na na I'm loving you Na na na na,na na na na Because loving you Boy you broke my heart in two And there's nothing i can do Without you i'm loving you Reach out to me lover And try and tell me what is wrong We love one another It's to you i do belong Jus
AiyyoNa na na na,na na na na I'm loving you Na na na na,na na na na Because loving you Boy you broke my heart in two And there's nothing i can do Without you i'm loving you Reach out to me lover And try and tell me what is wrong We love one another It's to you i do belong Jus
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
Standing At The Gate lyrics
So whatch'ya gonna do about me I've been hanging 'round a while Trading books and knowing glances I thought i'd stick around But this really ain't my style So this ain't heaven on earth Looks like we'll have to wait But we are standing at the gate I took a look inside your a
calculateSo whatch'ya gonna do about me I've been hanging 'round a while Trading books and knowing glances I thought i'd stick around But this really ain't my style So this ain't heaven on earth Looks like we'll have to wait But we are standing at the gate I took a look inside your a
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!