Cake Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Intro: 

Busta Rhymes, 2000 

We got the fire now 

Come on! 

Verse 1: 

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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! 

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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!