Fire ina Hole

Come on, come on, state your business Come on, let's make it hot Come on, word, let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot Hardcore, to make them brothers act fools Come on, come on 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, bio-hazardous, 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 ina hole, yo, fire ina hole Fire ina hole, fire ina hole Fire ina hole, fire ina hole Fire ina hole, fire ina hole Fire ina hole, fire ina hole Fire ina hole, fire ina hole Fire ina hole, fire ina hole Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo, gun downed at sundown Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown Your crew wanna punt now? Punk blaow 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 squosh Shell shocked like I'm six months in the bush Fire ina 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 withcha money, then clap in the air Fire ina hole, fire ina hole Yo, fire ina hole, fire ina hole Fire ina hole, fire ina hole Yo, fire ina hole, fire ina hole Yo, fire ina 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 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 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 skart 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 ina hole, fire ina hole Fire ina hole, fire ina hole Fire ina hole, fire ina hole Fire ina hole Fire ina hole, fire ina hole Fire ina hole, fire ina hole Fire ina hole, fire ina hole Fire ina hole Yo, yo, yo, fire ina hole, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Mr. Meth, Funk Doctor, Mathematics, on the track For my niggaz in Da Bricks, for my niggaz on Shaolin Worldwide to my whole crew, P P C