"Fire Ina Hole" lyrics

Method Man & Redman Lyrics

"Fire Ina Hole"

[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, beyond extinction
Change your way of thinking, or be gone
Fast the fuck out, something stinking
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
Turning 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
I am 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

[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

[Redman:]
Yes, yes, yes. Yo, yo, yo
Gun-downed at sundown
Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown
Your crew wanna punt now? Punk blow
Swimming trunks torn up from the hunt down
Brakes lock 'em up now, a rich bitch knock 'em up now
A plucked out eyebrow gal
Naw dog, 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 squash
Shell shocked like I'm six months in the bush
Fire in the hole! 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 plats in ya hair
Ride off with your money, then clap in the air!

[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

[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 gift list, 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 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 hang-glide to the throat
Straight beef without French fries and a Coke
"Doc's Da Name", hte burglar, I serve ya
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 box springs on your Kraftmatic
Before you be suing 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 spitting, name the mark
My impact tore JFK plane apart

[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

[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, huh
For my niggas in Da Bricks, ha
For my niggas on Shaolin, ha
Worldwide
(To my whole crew, P-P-C!
Hahahahahhhhh)


Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Reggie Noble, Ronald Maurice Bean
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