Method Man - Fire Ina Hole

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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!



With all due respect to the game, I`m the P-H-enom

Not ready for prime time, be-yond, extinction

Change your way of thinkin, 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 ya head up

Turnin 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 and Redman

{*rocket fire*}

Fire in the hole (Yo, fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}

Fire in the hole

{*rocket fires twice*}

Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!!

Fire in the hole

{*rocket fires twice*}

Fire in the hole.. (Fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}

Fire in the hole!

{*rocket fires twice*}

Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!!

Fire in the hole



Redman

Yes, yes, yes.. yo yo, yo

Gundowned at sundown

Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown

Your crew wanna punt now? Punk BLAOW

Swimmin 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 they scream "Tug me"

Mind revolve` to reload like a SCSI

Doc, Da Bigfoot out for da SQUOOSH

Shell shocked like I`m six months in the bush

Fire in the hole! {*rocket fire*} Hikin in the snow

with forty motherfuckers expirin the globe

Footprints of Timbs and Wallabee soles

We case the place like Barnaby Jones, homes

Lay it down like plats in ya hair

Ride off withcha money, then clap in the air!



Chorus: Method Man and Redman

{*rocket fire*}

Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}

Yo, fire in the hole!

{*rocket fires thrice*}

Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!!

Yo, fire in the hole!

{*rocket fires twice*}

Fire in the hole.. (Yo, fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}

Yo, yo, yo..



Method Man

This is for dem niggaz on Da Bricks, holdin down they 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 talkin 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 doe, Arsenic Production that kill slow

Your eardrums, like a happy hooker with a dildo

I spas, on anyone who show his ass

I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas



Redman

Yo yo when Me and Meth swarm, you need a net to cover you

Turn the rap game into W-C-W

Off the rope I hangglide to the throat

Straight beef without french fries and a Coke

"Doc`s Da Name", da burglar, I serve ya

The "Lethal 5" from Riggs and Murtoch

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 and Redman

{*rocket fire*}

Fire in the hole (Fire in

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