Method Man, Redman - Fire Ina Hole lyrics

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
I am 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

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

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!

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

This is for dem niggas 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

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 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

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

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! Ha ha hahahhhhh)