Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
Mark Batson
Mark Batson
Keyboards
Dawaun Parker
Dawaun Parker
Keyboards
Nicole Scherzinger
Nicole Scherzinger
Vocals
Young Buck
Young Buck
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Dawaun Parker
Dawaun Parker
Songwriter
N Grier
N Grier
Songwriter
Sylvester Jordan
Sylvester Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Robert Reyes
Robert Reyes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Charles Garcia
Charles Garcia
Assistant Recording Engineer
50 Cent
50 Cent
Executive Producer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Fire
[Verse 2]
I make it hotter
Friction turns to fire
You're what I desire
I'm coming to get you, girl
[Verse 3]
That's right, that's right, it's on tonight
You're just my type, you're what I like
I bring that heat, you heard me right
Everywhere I go, go, let's go
[Verse 4]
Something new, it's another episode
Music bumping, sweat dripping on the dance floor
I like it when shorty get to backing it back
When she do it like that, I don't know how to act
[Verse 5]
Now work it, go ahead grind it on me, that's perfect
I'll pay to play if it's worth it
My phone when you want me you can chirp it
Now get to work it
[Verse 6]
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl, tell me you can handle it
[Verse 7]
Well if you want it let's go
I got that fire (So hot I burn it down)
Act like you already know
I got that fire ('Cause I'm the flyest chick around)
You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire
So I might ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire
[Verse 8]
I burn it down on stage, I make it hot
Till the Fire Marshall's come shut down the spot
I have the club jam packed every time I rock
These other **** ain't got the style I got
I go back to the basics and break it all the way, all the way down
You can hate this but face it B I G and 2 Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar, I get you bent
You wanna party, let's party
You wanna freak be a freak
You wanna creep, we can creep tell me where should we meet
So you can
[Verse 9]
Take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl, tell me you can handle it
[Verse 10]
Well if you want it let's go
I got that fire (So hot I burn it down)
Act like you already know
I got that fire ('Cause I'm the flyest chick around)
You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire
So I might ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire
[Verse 11]
Now are you really ready?
I said, are you really ready?
I make the temperature rise, now don't be surprised
I have the ice on, stuntin' heavy
I gotta hell of a flow, you should already know
Sold over thirty million records already
It's the third time around, you know how I get down
I'm hands down, pound for pound, the best around
[Verse 12]
Now work it, go ahead grind it on me, that's perfect
I'll pay to play if it's worth it
My phone when you want me you can chirp it
Now get to work it
Written by: 50 Cent, Andre Romell Young, D. Brown
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