Fire Ina Hole (Album Version Explicit)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:21 duration
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๐ Lyrics
With all due respect to the game, I'm the P-H-enom
Not ready for prime time, be-yond, extinction
Change your way of thinkin, or be-gone
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
I am 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
Yes, yes, yes yo yo, yo
Gundowned at sundown
Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown
Your crew wanna punt now? Punk BLAOW
Swimmin trunks torn up from the huntdown
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 hoodrat 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 withcha money, then clap in the air!
Fire in the hole
This is for dem niggas 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 giftlist, 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 hangglide 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 Murtaugh
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 boxsprings 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
Not ready for prime time, be-yond, extinction
Change your way of thinkin, or be-gone
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
I am 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
Yes, yes, yes yo yo, yo
Gundowned at sundown
Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown
Your crew wanna punt now? Punk BLAOW
Swimmin trunks torn up from the huntdown
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 hoodrat 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 withcha money, then clap in the air!
Fire in the hole
This is for dem niggas 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 giftlist, 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 hangglide 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 Murtaugh
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 boxsprings 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.95] With all due respect to the game, I'm the P-H-enom
[00:22.65] Not ready for prime time, be-yond, extinction
[00:25.07] Change your way of thinkin, or be-gone
[00:26.92] Fast the fuck out, somethin stinkin
[00:28.88] Could it be the skunk, or could it be that body in the trunk
[00:31.53] Of my Lincoln, Continental style pop the pussy like a pimple
[00:35.06] I'm fed up, I put it in your ear and fuck ya head up
[00:37.36] Turnin up the temperature, hold them kids that entered the
[00:40.02] 36th, master mix shit
[00:41.57] Biohazardous, pretentious
[00:43.00] Do it for the chemically imbalanced
[00:44.67] State your business, pay me at the door
[00:46.27] I am Man, hear me roar on twelve inches
[00:48.55] Shell shocked soldier in the trenches
[00:50.39] Fire in the hole game commences
[00:52.33] Third string rappers play the benches
[00:54.20] Reload, there'll be no repentance for souls
[00:56.52] Just life sentence, with no chance for parole
[00:58.90] And that's real
[00:59.85] Fire in the hole
[01:16.29] Yes, yes, yes yo yo, yo
[01:18.95] Gundowned at sundown
[01:20.66] Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown
[01:23.47] Your crew wanna punt now? Punk BLAOW
[01:26.02] Swimmin trunks torn up from the huntdown
[01:28.51] Brakes lock em up now, a rich bitch knock em up now
[01:31.86] A plucked out eyebrow gal
[01:33.71] Naw dawg, a broad got to be a huzzy
[01:36.27] A hoodrat that ride like the "Bride of Chucky"
[01:38.80] Walk through my hood, your jewels they scream "Tug me"
[01:41.35] Mind revolve' to reload like a SCSI
[01:43.93] Doc, Da Bigfoot out for da SQUOOSH
[01:46.27] Shell shocked like I'm six months in the bush
[01:48.60] Fire in the hole! Hikin in the snow
[01:51.05] With forty motherfuckers expirin' the globe
[01:53.60] Footprints of Timbs and Wallabee soles
[01:55.99] We case the place like Barnaby Jones, homes
[01:58.64] Lay it down like plats in ya hair
[02:01.12] Ride off withcha money, then clap in the air!
[02:03.74] Fire in the hole
[02:17.34] This is for dem niggas on Da Bricks, holdin down they block
[02:20.71] For my nigga Carlton Fisk a kid who stay up in the box
[02:23.24] Ain't no christmas ever since Santa scratched my name
[02:25.64] Off the giftlist, shit ain't been the same since "The Pain"
[02:28.31] No forgiveness, dead man talkin bout he lifted
[02:30.84] I'm livid, hands around the throat of a critic
[02:33.32] Yo Doctor, prescribe me a drug that can knock a
[02:35.92] Mule on his ass, take the blast out Binaca
[02:38.37] For real doe, Arsenic Production that kill slow
[02:40.84] Your eardrums, like a happy hooker with a dildo
[02:43.28] I spas, on anyone who show his ass
[02:45.50] I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas
[02:48.22] Yo yo when Me and Meth swarm, you need a net to cover you
[02:50.77] Turn the rap game into W-C-W
[02:53.24] Off the rope I hangglide to the throat
[02:55.64] Straight beef without french fries and a Coke
[02:57.92] "Doc's Da Name", da burglar, I serve ya
[03:00.43] The "Lethal 5" from Riggs and Murtaugh
[03:03.09] Then SKRRRT out my whip with ran down tires
[03:05.44] With a chicken I met who hand out fliers
[03:08.04] Look, I'm an Aries, I don't have it
[03:10.52] My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic
[03:13.01] Bounce like boxsprings on your Kraftmatic
[03:15.49] Before you be suin Doc for malpractice
[03:17.97] You couldn't bang from start
[03:19.67] Your girl see you beat up and shit, get a change of heart
[03:22.57] Flaming darts is spittin, name the mark
[03:25.04] My impact tore JFK plane apart
[03:27.78] Fire in the hole
[00:22.65] Not ready for prime time, be-yond, extinction
[00:25.07] Change your way of thinkin, or be-gone
[00:26.92] Fast the fuck out, somethin stinkin
[00:28.88] Could it be the skunk, or could it be that body in the trunk
[00:31.53] Of my Lincoln, Continental style pop the pussy like a pimple
[00:35.06] I'm fed up, I put it in your ear and fuck ya head up
[00:37.36] Turnin up the temperature, hold them kids that entered the
[00:40.02] 36th, master mix shit
[00:41.57] Biohazardous, pretentious
[00:43.00] Do it for the chemically imbalanced
[00:44.67] State your business, pay me at the door
[00:46.27] I am Man, hear me roar on twelve inches
[00:48.55] Shell shocked soldier in the trenches
[00:50.39] Fire in the hole game commences
[00:52.33] Third string rappers play the benches
[00:54.20] Reload, there'll be no repentance for souls
[00:56.52] Just life sentence, with no chance for parole
[00:58.90] And that's real
[00:59.85] Fire in the hole
[01:16.29] Yes, yes, yes yo yo, yo
[01:18.95] Gundowned at sundown
[01:20.66] Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown
[01:23.47] Your crew wanna punt now? Punk BLAOW
[01:26.02] Swimmin trunks torn up from the huntdown
[01:28.51] Brakes lock em up now, a rich bitch knock em up now
[01:31.86] A plucked out eyebrow gal
[01:33.71] Naw dawg, a broad got to be a huzzy
[01:36.27] A hoodrat that ride like the "Bride of Chucky"
[01:38.80] Walk through my hood, your jewels they scream "Tug me"
[01:41.35] Mind revolve' to reload like a SCSI
[01:43.93] Doc, Da Bigfoot out for da SQUOOSH
[01:46.27] Shell shocked like I'm six months in the bush
[01:48.60] Fire in the hole! Hikin in the snow
[01:51.05] With forty motherfuckers expirin' the globe
[01:53.60] Footprints of Timbs and Wallabee soles
[01:55.99] We case the place like Barnaby Jones, homes
[01:58.64] Lay it down like plats in ya hair
[02:01.12] Ride off withcha money, then clap in the air!
[02:03.74] Fire in the hole
[02:17.34] This is for dem niggas on Da Bricks, holdin down they block
[02:20.71] For my nigga Carlton Fisk a kid who stay up in the box
[02:23.24] Ain't no christmas ever since Santa scratched my name
[02:25.64] Off the giftlist, shit ain't been the same since "The Pain"
[02:28.31] No forgiveness, dead man talkin bout he lifted
[02:30.84] I'm livid, hands around the throat of a critic
[02:33.32] Yo Doctor, prescribe me a drug that can knock a
[02:35.92] Mule on his ass, take the blast out Binaca
[02:38.37] For real doe, Arsenic Production that kill slow
[02:40.84] Your eardrums, like a happy hooker with a dildo
[02:43.28] I spas, on anyone who show his ass
[02:45.50] I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas
[02:48.22] Yo yo when Me and Meth swarm, you need a net to cover you
[02:50.77] Turn the rap game into W-C-W
[02:53.24] Off the rope I hangglide to the throat
[02:55.64] Straight beef without french fries and a Coke
[02:57.92] "Doc's Da Name", da burglar, I serve ya
[03:00.43] The "Lethal 5" from Riggs and Murtaugh
[03:03.09] Then SKRRRT out my whip with ran down tires
[03:05.44] With a chicken I met who hand out fliers
[03:08.04] Look, I'm an Aries, I don't have it
[03:10.52] My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic
[03:13.01] Bounce like boxsprings on your Kraftmatic
[03:15.49] Before you be suin Doc for malpractice
[03:17.97] You couldn't bang from start
[03:19.67] Your girl see you beat up and shit, get a change of heart
[03:22.57] Flaming darts is spittin, name the mark
[03:25.04] My impact tore JFK plane apart
[03:27.78] Fire in the hole