Method Man And Redman - Fire Ina Hole Lyrics

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Come on come on 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 them brothers act fools

Come on come on

With all due respect to the game I'm the P H enom

Not ready for prime time beyond extinction

Change your way of thinkin' or begone

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 bio-hazardous 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 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

Fire ina hole yo fire ina hole

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Yeah yeah yeah yo yo yo gun downed at sundown

Run now from the bucks sound touchdown

Your crew wanna punt now? Punk blaow

Swimmin' trunks torn up from the hunt down

Brakes lock 'em up now a rich bitch knock 'em up now

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A plucked out eyebrow gal

Naw dawg a broad got to be a huzzy

A hood rat 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 squosh

Shell shocked like I'm six months in the bush

Fire ina hole 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

Fire ina hole fire ina hole

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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 gift list 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

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 hang glide 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 skart 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 box springs 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

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Yo yo yo fire ina hole yo yo yo yo yo

Mr. Meth Funk Doctor Mathematics on the track

For my niggaz in Da Bricks for my niggaz on Shaolin

Worldwide to my whole crew P P C

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