sun has come up, the night is behind Go down in the city, into the street And let's give the message to the people we meet So light up the fire and
assist [Chorus] x 2 You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust
1: Busta Rhymes] I hope you ready to march niggaz, hut two three four Back with the gangsta of rap, retort I hope somebody quickly call up a doctor Go get a
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
breakdown in the working city... yo go get the plates and the gym star" "Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that" "Fuck this shit" {Busta Rhymes
Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'all Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all Sex y'all And put a bounce up in your breast y'all
up in the fucking spot We keepin hot for my niggas fresh up off the block Now all my people bust a shot BLOW, BLOW, BLOW! Bus a Bus is back all in your
I walk up in a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell give a piss give a dick give a
I do) (I'm of the)hood (This the remix) And if you feel me put your hands up Hood(put em up, put em up, put em up) My hood niggas can you feel me(I gave
, you know we get it hot Fire flame flame, fire fire flame Put me on the track and I'm a really let a muthafucka feel it, when I do it, how I do it, what
in any vehicle I choose I get up in that 'Vet and start it all you hear is vooom Roaring up the engine 'till it blew like a bloon Light my dutch hit
black up in the fucking spot keeping it hot for my niggas fresh up off the block now all the people bust a shot (boom boom boom) bust up off your back
BAF!!), another sound of a guy (BOOF BAF!!), never boy, duck punk, try (Wyclef Jean) Well I'm on fire (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE), FIRE (FIRE) So let me re-light
of a thousnad warriors When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious Blocks on fire (You're a star) (Blocks on fire) Fiends getting higher (
the rhymes is invented So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke See how I was flowin on my last cassette? Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never
lighter still, I load it twice so somebody call Cypress Hill Sen dog you gots a fire for a brother man? (Sen Dog) I gots some fire but ya lighters still up
a cold negro Be-low, your grieved up people Be-lieve that the boy see no evil [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30
