Turn It Up (Remix) - Fire It Up

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

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Make ya feel good , make ya feel all right
One time
Feel good yea ya'll
Busta Rhymes in the place ya'll
Make you feel real good ya'll
Flipmode is the squad in the place ya'll

Buck wild for all of my people who don't care
Lost like a bunch of black millionaires
Makin ya run, me and my gun
Stackin my ones
Lost a little, invest up in a mutual fund
Blowin the horn since of everyday I was born
Everyday I see a nigga layin escapimg my lawn
Dangerous, my niggas shit be accurate
Have to get, the flow be so emasculate
A yo a yo I do my deal sippin my moe
Slippin in slow, them pretty women sayin hello
Any wiggle hittin this play olavola
Little honey dipped in within a little carryvola
I don't mean to hold you up
But I got somethin to say
Swear to only give you hot shit everyday
Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us
You strange to us
That's when we gettin dangerous
Come on

Chorus:
This is serious
We can make you delirious
You should have a healthy fear of us
Cause to much of us is dangerous
So dangerous we dangerous
My Flipmode squad is dangerous
So dangerous we dangerous
My whole entire unit is dangerous

Hold your breath
We swing it from right to left
Word to Wyclef
You know my shit t be hot to death
Stayin alive, you know only the stronger survive
Holdin my heat
I love my seat , wippin the five
Baseline for all of my people movin around
Give me a pound
All of my squad holdin it down
Lettin you up
The new shit wrekin you up
Blowin you up
My black hole suckin you up
Back in the days brother use to be left out
Now a brother holdin several money market accounts
Blaze the street and then I would just like to announce
Feelin my grove
My jiga jiga makin you bounce
Others is fare, me and my squad breakin the bridge
Straight gettin it, we got you suckers holdin your head
Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us
You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous
Come on

Chorus

One time ya'll
Throw your hands real high ya'll
Yea, get down ya'll
Let me see you all ya'll
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode ya'll
Nineteen ninety eight ya'll
Ha, get down ya'll, lets have a ball ya'll

Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat
Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat
Comin around, all of my people surround me
So much bottles are leakin, ya'll brothers will drown me
Makin ya drunk, feelin the fun, blazin the skunk
Stay hitten with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk
Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us
You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous
Come on

Chorus

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[Busta Rhymes]
Ah yeah, Flipmode
Here we come, bout to fuckin explode
Flipmode, Busta Bust
Nine-seven
Hot shit
Check it out

Hit you with no delayin so what you sayin yo
Silly with my nine milly what the deally yo
When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo
Wild up in the club like we wylin the studio
You don't want to violate nigga really and truly-o
My main thug nigga named Julio he moodio
Type of nigga that'll slap you with the toolio
Bitch nigga scared to death ask fruity-o
Fuck that look at shorty she a little cutie-o
The way she shake it make me want to get all in the booty yo
Tap mistresses and bangin bitches in videos
Wild up in my freak like we up in the freak shows
Hit you with the shit make you feel it all in your toes
Hot shit got all you niggas in wet clothes
Stylin my metaphores when I formulate my flows
If you don't know you're fuckin with the real player pros (like that)

Chorus: repeat 2X

Do you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes could see
Straight buck wylin in the place to be

If you really wanna party with me, in God we trust
Yo its a must that you heard of us yo we murderous
A lot of niggas is wonderin and they curious
I'm makin my niggas deal with it so mysterious
Furious all of my niggaz is serious
Should niggaz be walkin around fearin us
Frontin nigga like you don't wanna be hearin us
Gotta listen to the radio be playin us
30 time a day shit'll make you delirious
Damagin everything all up in your areas
Yo its funny how all the chickens be always servin us
All up in between they ass where they wanna carry us
Hitcha gonnana hit em off with the illiest
Varias chickens they wanna marry us
Yo its Flipmode my nigga you know we bout to bust
Settle for your money the label preparin us
Bite the dust instead of you makin a fuss
Niggas know better cause there aint no comparin us
Mad at us niggas is never we fabulous
Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous
Oh shit my whole clique victorious
Takin no prisoners niggaz is straight up warriors
While you feelin that I know you be feelin so glorious
Then I blitz and reminisce on my nigga Notorious

Chorus

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[Busta Rhymes]
Ah ah
Ah ah
Ah, ah.. c'mon
Ah, ah, ah uh uh-uh
Uhhh, ahhh
Yeah, Busta Rhymes
Janet Jackson, here we go, one time!

Baby just tell me just how you feel (how you feel)
We livin it I'm just givin it to you real, baby c'mon
Ev-erytime we crossin the borderline
Be giving it to you makin you feel fine, turn the heat up
Better believe we gon' shine, make your body wind
Baby the pleasure is all mine -- to my people
who be regulating the dancefloor (dancefloor)
Better step to your business and handle yours, how we do it?
Making your people just wanna bounce and get busy
because you know that we always'll hit you off, what you say?
You wondering why you feeling the force (force force)
And don't you worry cause yo we ready to floss (floss floss)
Mohicans'll always a put you on
And blow the spot til the very second I'm gone - get your groove on
Now that you tired I hope your body recoupin
because we keepin you movin that's what we doin and you know we're

[Janet Jackson] (Busta Rhymes)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Yeah, yeah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah yeah, make your body just scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Ha ha, make you think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me (yeah, what it's gon' be?)
What's it gonna be?!

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah, ah, ah, make your body wet, c'mon)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, make your body scream yeah yeah, yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!

[Busta Rhymes]
What what, what, party people
seeing you waving your hand high
Hot shit, burning you making your ass fry, baby c'mon
Give you the shit what that make you quiver while I deliver
the shit that'll hit you right in your live
Always SoundScan'n, we never leavin you hangin
I'm always doin my thang and my music always be bangin, so check it
You know we be always movin the crowd (crowd)
Type of feeling that make you wanna go play it loud (loud) whattup?
*echoes* WHEN, WE, COME, and hit YOU
Best believe, we really gon' get YOU
Light up whatever you wanna flaunt
Cause we be dippin it baby, so what you want? Here we go
Paintin the picture we keep it hot in the winter
Now big up my people you know I'm always wit'cha -- Flipmode!
We blowin and takin over the planet - full blast
Hittin with Busta Rhymes and Janet and you know we're gonna

[Janet Jackson] (Busta Rhymes)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah ah, ah ah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Uh uh, make you think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah ah, yeah, we gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Ha ha, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Hah, gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!

[Busta Rhymes] (Janet)
What, what, what.. what what?
We gonna make your body feel wet (WET)
We gonna make your body say yeah (YEAH!)
I wanna know where my road dawgs is it
I wanna know where my live women is at - Where you at?
We gonna make your body feel wet (WET)
We gonna make your body say yeah (YEAH!!)
Now everybody wave your hand real high - real high
And let me see you all put em up in the sky - c'mon
Makin my niggaz just say HO, word up
And makin you women just say AH, baby c'mon
Bringin it to you in many ways
We makin and takin you people right through another phase, c'mon
We rocking it baby that's how we dropping it baby
There ain't no stopping it baby I know we driving you crazy
And then we hit with the greatest of all times - times times
No matter what you do baby, we gon' shine and you know we're gonna

[Janet Jackson] (Busta Rhymes)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Yeah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Ah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Gonna think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me
What's it gonna be?! (yeah, what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, yeah, we gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, we gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Hah, gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!
(What, what, what, what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, yeah, gonna make your body wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Gonna think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah, yeah, gonna make your body real wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!
(What what what, wha-what what WHAT?!)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, gonna make your body wet girl)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! You gon' think of naughty things)
Like me on you (like me on you) and you on me
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Hah, gonna make your body real wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!

[Busta Rhymes]
What wha-what, what, what what it's gon' BE?!
Busta Rhymes, and Janet Jackson
Finally
Flipmode baby what?
Yeah yeah, what it's gonna be?
What it's gon' be?!
What it's gon' be?!
What's it gonna be?!
What what what, wha-what WHAT?!
Yeah
Uh uh uh, ah ah, ah ah, ah, ah-ah
Close the door nigga (YES!)