Fire Ina Hole Lyrics
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Fire Ina Hole Lyricsby Rediscover Buy album CD: Sleepless Nights (feat. methodman) Uh.. Come on [3X] State your business Come on Let's make it hot Come on (word) Let's make it hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold) Come on, come on [Verse 1: Method Man] [Verse 1: (method man)] With all do respect to tha game Im tha ph- enom , not ready for primetime , be on Extinction , change tha way u thinkin ,or be gone Pass tha fuck out , somethin stinkin , Could it be tha skunk? or could it be that body In tha trunk? of my lincoln , continental style, Pop tha pussy like a pimple, Im fed up I put it in your ear and fuck ya head up, Turnin up tha tempauture , Told them kids to enta tha 36, Masta meth shiiit Biohazaduas is pretentious, Do it for tha chemically imbalanced , State ya business, Pay me at tha door', Ironman hear me raw , 12 inches Sure shot soldiers in the trenches Fire in a hole The game commences Third string rappers play the benches Reload There'll be no repentance for soul Just life sentence with no change for parole And that's real [Chorus:] Fire in a hole! (pray [echoes]) Fire in a hole! [10X] Fire in a hole! (yeah) Fire in a hole! (yeah, yeah) Fire in a hole! (yo, yo, yo, yo) [Verse 2: Redman] Gundowned at sun down Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown Your crew wanna punt now, pump-bloww Swimming trunks torn up from the huntdown Brakes lock 'em up now A rich bitch smack 'em up now A plucked out eyebrow down Naa dog, a broad got to be a hussy A hood rat that ride like the bride of Chuckey Walk through my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me" My revolver to reload like the Scussy, doc The bigfoot out for the squosh Shell shocked like I'm 6 months in the bush Fire in a hole! Hiking in the snow with 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow Footprints up timbs are wallabe souls We cased to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes Lay it down like plats in ya hair Ride off with your money then clap in the air [Chorus:] Fire in a hole! Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! [3X] Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! Fire in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! (yo, yo, yo) [Verse 3: Method Man] This is for them niggas on the bricks Holdin' down a block for my nigga carlton fisk The kid that stay up in a blocks Ain't no christmas ever since Santa scratched my name off the giftlist Shit aint been the same since the pain or forgiveness Dead man talkin' about elected Un live it cancer around throat of a critic Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can knocka' New on his ass, take a blast up a nucker For real though arsenic production that kills slow your eardrums Like a happy hooker with a dildo I spas on anyone who shows his ass I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas [Verse 4: Redman] Yo, yo With me and meth swarm you need a net to cover you Turn a rap game into W C W Off the rope I hang glide to the grove Straight people doubt french fries and a coke Doc's the name the burglar, serve ya That lead through five from frigs and murtar They skirt out my with Rick ran down tires What a chicken I met who hand out flyers Look I'ma areas, I don't have it My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic Bounce like box springs on your craft-matic Before you be sueing doc for malpractice You couldn't bang from start Your girl see you beat up and shit Get a change of heart Flaming dark spit it, name a mark My impact towards you JFK playin' in a park [Chorus:] Fire in a hole! [14X] Yeah [3X] Fire in a hole Yeah [5X] Mister meth, ha-ha Funk doctor, ha-ha Mathematics on the track, ha-ha All my niggas in the bricks All my niggas on Shaolin Worldwide To my whole crew, BBC Hahhahahahaa....
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