Fire Ina Hole

Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] C'mon C'mon, state your business C'mon, let's make it hot C'mon (word) let's make it hot C'mon, let's make it hot C'mon, let's make it hot (Hardcore, to make them brothers act fools) C'mon! C'mon! [Verse 1: Method Man] With all due respect to the game, I'm the P-H-enom Not ready for prime time, beyond Extinction, change your way of thinking, or be gone Fast the fuck out, somethin stinkin' Could it be the skunk, or could it be that body in the trunk Of my Lincoln Continental style pop the pussy like a pimple I'm fed up, I put it in your ear and fuck your head up Turning up the temperature, hold them kids that Entered the 36th master mix shit, biohazardous, pretentious Do it for the chemically imbalanced, state your business Pay me at the door, Iron Man hear me roar on twelve inches Shell shocked soldier in the trenches Fire in the hole {*rocket fire*} game commences, third string rappers play the benches Reload, there'll be no repentance for souls Just life sentence, with no chance for parole And that's real [Chorus: Method Man (Redman)] Fire in the hole (yo, fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole Fire in the hole.. (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!! (Yes, yes, yes) Fire in the hole [Verse 2: Redman] Yo, yo, yo, gunned down at sundown Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown Your crew wanna punt now? Punk blaow! Swimming trunks torn up from the huntdown Brakes lock 'em up now, a rich bitch knock 'em up now A plucked out eyebrow gal Naw dawg, a broad got to be a huzzy A hoodrat that ride like the "Bride of Chucky" Walk through my hood, your jewels'll scream, "Tug me!" Mind revolve to reload like a SCSI Doc, Da Bigfoot out for the squoosh Shell shocked like I'm six months in the bush Fire in the hole! {*rocket fire*} Hiking in the snow With forty motherfuckers expiring the globe Footprints of Timbs and Wallabee soles We case the place like Barnaby Jones, homes Lay it down like plaits in your hair Ride off with your money, then clap in the air! [Chorus: Method Man (Redman)] Fire in the hole (yo, fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole Fire in the hole.. (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!! Fire in the hole [Verse 3: Method Man] This is for them niggas on Da Bricks, holding down their block For my nigga Carlton Fisk, a kid who stay up in the box Ain't no Christmas ever since Santa scratched my name off the giftlist Shit ain't been the same since "The Pain", no forgiveness Dead man talking 'bout he lifted I'm livid, hands around the throat of a critic Yo Doctor, prescribe me a drug that can knock a Mule on his ass, take the blast out Binaca For real though, Arsenic Production that kill slow Your eardrums, like a happy hooker with a dildo I spaz on anyone who show his ass I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas [Verse 4: Redman] Yo yo when Me and Mef swarm, you need a net to cover you Turn the rap game into WCW Off the rope I hangglide to the throat Straight beef without french fries and a Coke "Doc's Da Name", the burglar, I serve the The "Lethal 5" from Riggs and Murtaugh Then SKRRRT out my whip with ran down tires With a chicken I met who hand out fliers Look, I'm an Aries, I don't have it My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic Bounce like boxsprings on your Kraftmatic Before you be suin' Doc for malpractice You couldn't bang from start Your girl see you beat up and shit, get a change of heart Flaming darts is spittin', name the mark My impact tore JFK plane apart {*BOOM*} [Chorus: Method Man (Redman)] Fire in the hole (yo, fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole Fire in the hole.. (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!! Fire in the hole [Outro: Method Man (Redman)] Yo, yo, yo .. (fire in the hole) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Mr. Meth, ha ha Funk Doctor, ha ha Mathematics, on the track, ha, hah.. For my niggas in Da Bricks, ha For my niggas on Shaolin, ha Worldwide.. (To my whole crew, P-P-C!!!! Hahahahahhhhh)