Method Man Fire In Da Hole lyrics

C'mon, c'mon, state your business
C'mon, let's make it hot, c'mon let's make it hot
(Word)
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 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

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 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, gun downed at sundown
Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown
Your crew wanna punt now? Punk blow
Swimmin' 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 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 SQUOOSH
Shell shocked like I'm six months in the bush
Fire in the 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 with 'cha money, then clap in the air

Fire in the hole
(Fire in the hole)
Yo, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
(Fire in the hole)

Fire in the hole, yo, fire in the hole

Fire in the hole
(Yo, fire in the hole)
Yo, yo, yo

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 Bianca

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 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 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

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, ha
For my niggaz in Da Bricks, ha for my niggaz on Shaolin, ha
Worldwide

To my whole crew, P P C
Ha, ha, ha, ha