Turn It Up/fire It Up (remix) Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Uh, ah, uh ah 

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh 

Ah ah ah ah 

Check it out 

Flipmode Squad '98 

Raw Deluxe, check it out y'all 

I be the street hit 

The brotha yo momma freak wit 

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

When I get money ya know I like to keep it 

How I get money ya know others are tryin to peep it 

Flipmode, be the winners ya wanna form a team with 

The big money figures to plot da scheme with 

The brothas who be used to gettin money frequent 

The ones who I'd always measure up my triple beams with 

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Until they start takin my people to the precint 

But dats all back in da day yo, that ain't nuttin recent 

Cuz now we see women we like to speak with 

Eat with, lay 'em down and sleep with 

Type of woman who make a brotha wanna keep it 

Shorty be so exotic she lookin decent 

Lotta corny niggaz who be offerin whack free shit 

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

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

Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) 

To all my dogs dat stay bloody, well around in the 500, all day 

Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) 

Now everytime I meet a sucka dats frontin, it's aight 

Gettin money and everybody want it 

Smoke a big blunt, get all fucked up 

Fall on da floor, gotta call my X-500 

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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, things are about to get thick 

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

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

I'll be there just in time to counteract." 

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

and blast through da ceiling in da roof 

Comin through, hittin you, and knockin out other sucka's tooths 

Full speed ahead, like we runnin a toll booth 

Produce more flavour then Veryfine juice 

Call a truce on me and my people and let loose 

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

Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) 

All my people just wave yo hands, gettin money all across da land, one time 

Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) 

C'mon 

Release the heat, we lettin loose to the extreme 

Me my Iceburg X-5 bounce from da scene 

Recline my seat, rock to da beat 

Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in da heat 

Blow up da spot we be hittin, know what I mean? 

Got you hoppin yo people up like caffeine 

Flyin guilloutine, seein everything on my little computer screen 

From here to Phillipines 

Keep it movin, we never run out of gasoline 

Gas me, your arson, but lookin kerosene 

Me and my five be runnin the mission you never seen 

Hot shit, makin ya fuckas forever fein 

Anyone of you comin, you better come clean 

Hit you with a dose of rhyme amphetamine 

Got your eyes all bloodshot, ya need visine 

People in Wylin, I think you need to wreak da sirene