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Tytuł: Fire Ina Hole

  • Wykonawca: Method Man
  • Wy¶wietleń: 232
Uh..
  Come on [3X]
  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 'em rubbers at cold)
  Come on, come on
  
  [Verse 1: Method Man]
  
  [Verse 1: (method man)]
  with all do respect to tha game
  im tha ph- enom , not ready for primetime , be on
  extinction , change tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
  pass tha fuck out , somethin stinkin ,
  could it be tha skunk? or could it be that body
  in tha trunk? of my lincoln , continental style,
  pop tha pussy like a pimple,
  im fed up
  I put it in your ear and fuck ya head up,
  turnin up tha tempauture ,
  told them kids to enta tha 36,
  masta meth shiiit
  biohazaduas is pretentious,
  do it for tha chemically imbalanced ,
  state ya business,
  pay me at tha door',
  ironman hear me raw , 12 inches
  Sure shot soldiers in the trenches
  Fire in a hole
  the game commences
  third string rappers play the benches
  Reload
  There'll be no repentance for soul
  Just life sentence with no change for parole
  And thats real
  
  [Chorus:]
  Fire in a hole! (pray [echoes])
  Fire in a hole! [10X]
  Fire in a hole! (yeah)
  Fire in a hole! (yeah, yeah)
  Fire in a hole! (yo, yo, yo, yo)
  
  [Verse 2: Redman]
  
  Gundowned at sun down
  Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown
  Your crew wanna punt now, pump-bloww
  Swimming trunks torn up from the huntdown
  Brakes lock 'em up now
  a rich bitch smack 'em up now
  a plucked out eyebrow down
  Naa dog, a broad got to be a hussy
  A hood rat that ride like the bride of Chuckey
  Walk through my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me"
  My revolver to reload like the Scussy, doc
  The bigfoot out for the squosh
  Shell shocked like I'm 6 months in the bush
  Fire in a hole!
  Hiking in the snow with 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow
  Footprints up timbs are wallabe souls
  We cased to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes
  Lay it down like plats in ya hair
  Ride off with your money then clap in the air
  
  [Chorus:]
  Fire in a hole!
  Fire in a hole! (yo)
  Fire in a hole! [3X]
  Fire in a hole! (yo)
  Fire in a hole!
  Fire in a hole! (yo)
  Fire in a hole! (yo, yo, yo)
  
  [Verse 3: Method Man]
  
  This is for them niggas on the bricks
  Holdin' down a block for my nigga carlton fisk
  The kid that stay up in a blocks
  Ain't no christmas ever since Santa scratched my name off the giftlist
  shit aint been the same since the pain or forgiveness
  Dead man talkin' about elected
  Un live it cancer around throat of a critic
  Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can knocka'
  New on his ass, take a blast up a nucker
  For real though arsenic production that kills slow your eardrums
  Like a happy hooker with a dildo
  I spas on anyone who shows his ass
  I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas
  
  [Verse 4: Redman]
  
  Yo, yo
  With me and meth swarm you need a net to cover you
  Turn a rap game into W C W
  Off the rope I hang glide to the grove
  Straight people doubt french fries and a coke
  Doc's the name the burglar, serve ya
  that lead through five from frigs and murtar
  They skirt out my with Rick ran down tires
  What a chicken I met who hand out flyers
  Look I'ma areas, I don't have it
  My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic
  Bounce like box springs on your craft-matic
  Before you be sueing doc for malpractice
  You couldn't bang from start
  Your girl see you beat up and shit
  Get a change of heart
  Flaming dark spit it, name a mark
  My impact towards you JFK playin' in a park
  
  [Chorus:]
  Fire in a hole! [14X]
  
  Yeah [3X]
  Fire in a hole
  Yeah [5X]
  Mister meth, ha-ha
  Funk doctor, ha-ha
  Mathematics on the track, ha-ha
  All my niggas in the bricks
  All my niggas on Shaolin
  Worldwide
  To my whole crew, BBC
  Hahhahahahaa....