[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 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!    [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:]    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!    [Chorus]    FIRE!