Uh.. Come on your business on Let's it hot on (word) Let's it hot on Let's it hot Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to 'em rubbers at cold) Come on, on
1: Method Man]
1: (method man)] with all do to tha game im tha ph- enom , not for primetime , be on extinction , change tha way u ,or be gone pass tha out , somethin stinkin , it be tha skunk? or could it be that body in tha trunk? of my , continental style, pop tha pussy a pimple, im fed up I put it in your ear and ya head up, up tha tempauture , told them kids to tha 36, masta shiiit is pretentious, do it for tha chemically , ya business, pay me at tha door', ironman hear me raw , 12 shot soldiers in the trenches Fire in a the commences third string rappers the benches There'll be no repentance for Just life sentence with no for parole And thats
in a hole! (pray [echoes]) Fire in a hole! in a hole! (yeah) in a hole! (yeah, yeah) in a hole! (yo, yo, yo, yo)
[Verse 2:
Gundowned at sun Run now from the sound, touchdown Your crew wanna now, pump-bloww Swimming trunks torn up the huntdown lock 'em up now a rich bitch 'em up now a out eyebrow down Naa dog, a broad got to be a A hood rat that ride like the of Chuckey Walk my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me" My revolver to like the Scussy, doc The out for the squosh Shell shocked I'm 6 months in the bush in a hole! Hiking in the with 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow Footprints up timbs are souls We cased to like Barnaby Jones, hoes Lay it down like plats in ya Ride off with money then clap in the air
in a hole! in a hole! (yo) Fire in a hole! in a hole! (yo) in a hole! in a hole! (yo) in a hole! (yo, yo, yo)
[Verse 3: Method
is for them niggas on the bricks Holdin' down a block for my nigga fisk The kid that up in a blocks Ain't no christmas ever Santa scratched my name off the giftlist shit aint been the same the pain or forgiveness man talkin' about elected Un live it cancer around of a critic Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can New on his ass, take a up a nucker For real though arsenic production that kills slow eardrums a happy hooker with a dildo I spas on who shows his ass I got the mob with me plus a tank of gas
[Verse 4:
Yo, yo With me and meth you need a net to cover you Turn a rap into W C W Off the I hang glide to the grove Straight people doubt french fries and a Doc's the name the burglar, ya that lead through five from frigs and They out my with Rick ran down tires What a chicken I met who out flyers Look areas, I don't have it My crew large enough to walk and traffic Bounce box springs on your craft-matic Before you be doc for malpractice You couldn't bang start Your girl see you up and shit Get a of heart Flaming spit it, name a mark My impact you JFK playin' in a park
Fire in a hole!
Yeah Fire in a Yeah meth, ha-ha Funk doctor, Mathematics on the track, All my in the bricks All my niggas on To my crew, BBC Hahhahahahaa....