Uh.. Come on State your on Let's it hot on (word) Let's it hot on Let's it hot on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold) Come on, on
[Verse 1: Method
1: (method man)] with all do respect to tha im tha ph- , not ready for primetime , be on extinction , change tha way u thinkin ,or be tha fuck out , somethin stinkin , could it be tha skunk? or could it be body in tha trunk? of my lincoln , 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, meth shiiit is pretentious, do it for tha imbalanced , ya business, pay me at tha door', ironman me raw , 12 inches Sure shot soldiers in the in a hole the game string rappers play the benches There'll be no repentance for Just life with no change for parole And real
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:
at sun down Run now from the sound, touchdown Your crew wanna punt now, Swimming trunks torn up the huntdown Brakes 'em up now a rich smack 'em up now a out eyebrow down Naa dog, a got to be a hussy A hood rat that like the bride of Chuckey Walk through my hood, your ?drools? is "Thug me" My revolver to reload the Scussy, doc The out for the squosh Shell shocked like I'm 6 months in the in a hole! Hiking in the with 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow Footprints up are wallabe souls We to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes Lay it down like in ya hair off with your 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
This is for niggas on the bricks Holdin' down a block for my nigga carlton The kid that up in a blocks Ain't no christmas ever since scratched my name off the giftlist shit been the same since the pain or forgiveness man talkin' about elected Un live it around throat of a critic Yo doctor, me a drug that can knocka' New on his ass, take a blast up a For real though arsenic production that slow your eardrums Like a happy with a dildo I on anyone who shows his ass I got the mob me plus a full tank of gas
[Verse 4:
Yo, yo With me and swarm you need a net to cover you a rap game into W C W Off the rope I hang to the grove Straight people doubt french fries and a Doc's the the burglar, serve ya that lead five from frigs and murtar They out my with Rick ran down tires a chicken I met who hand out flyers Look I'ma areas, I have it My large enough to walk and cause traffic Bounce like box springs on your Before you be sueing doc for You couldn't bang start girl see you beat up and shit Get a of heart Flaming dark spit it, name a My impact towards you JFK playin' in a
Fire in a hole!
[3X] Fire in a [5X] Mister meth, doctor, ha-ha Mathematics on the track, All my in the bricks All my on Shaolin To my crew, BBC Hahhahahahaa....