Turn It Up (Remix) - Fire It Up

Busta Rhymes



Uh ah ah OH, ah ah ah

Check it out

Flipmode Squad, '98

Raw deluxe, check it out y'all



VERSE 1

I be the street kid, the brother your momma freak wit

Put your people on if y'all know how to keep a secret

When I get money you know I like to keep it

How I get money others are tryin to peep it



Flipmode, will be winners you wanna form a team wit

The big money figures, the ones to plot the scheme wit

The brothers who be used to gettin money frequent

The ones I would always measure up my triple beams wit



Until they start takin my people to the precint

That's all back in the day yo, that ain't nuttin recent

Cuz nowadays we see women we like to speak wit

Eat wit, lay 'em down and sleep wit



Type of women make a brother wanna keep it

Shorty be so exotic she lookin decent

Lotta corny niggaz be offerin whack free shit

I can't hold the heat no more yo, I gotta release it



CHORUS 1

What y'all gonna do? Don't you know we always comin through, me and my crew,

Lemme here you say "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 it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP)

C'mon



VERSE 2

Now everytime that I meet a sucka who's fronted, it's aight

Gettin money and everybody want it

Smoke a big blunt, get myself all fucked up

Fall on the floor, gotta call my X-500



Iceburg-5 - where you at??

"No need for alarm, right now I'm cruisin to the sound of my enhanced CD-ROM"

Hurry up 5, yo you know it's about to get thick

I see this cat away behind my back about to do a stick

"Tell me where you at, I will be there in 10 seconds flat, you know I got your

back, I'll be there just in time to counteract"

Sometimes I might even forget crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost, and

blast right through in the ceiling and in the roof



Comin through, hittin you, and knockin other suckas tooth's

Full speed ahead like we runnin a toll booth

Produce more flavor that Veryfine juice

Call a truce, on me and my people and let loose



CHORUS 2

All my ladies in the place to be, gettin money while they next to me, lemme

see, Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT

UP)



All my people just wave your hands, gettin money all across the land, one time

Lemme here you say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP), say "fire it up" (FIRE IT UP)

C'mon



VERSE 3

Release the heat, we lettin loose to the extreme

Me and the Iceburg X-5, bounce from the scene

Recline my seat, rock to the beat

Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in the heat



Blowin up the spot that we hittin, know what I mean?

Got you hopin we keepin you people up like caffeine

Fly guillotine, seeing everything on my little computer screen

From here to Philippines



Keep it movin, we never run out of gasoline

Gas me, your arson, but lookin kerosene

Me and my 5 be runnin the mission you never seen

Hot shit, makin ya suckas forever fein



Anyone of you comin you better come clean

Hit you with an overdose of more rhyme amphetamine

Got you eye bloodshot you need visine

People in wylin, I think you need to wreak the sirene



CHORUS' 1 and 2