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Method Man C'mon C'mon, state your business C'mon, let's make it hot C'mon (word) let's make it hot C'mon, let's make it hot C'mon, let's make it hot (Hardcore, to make them brothers act fools) C'mon! C'mon! 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 Iron Man, hear me roar on twelve inches Shell shocked soldier in the trenches Fire in the hole {*rocket fire*} 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 Chorus: Method Man and Redman {*rocket fire*} Fire in the hole (Yo, fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*} Fire in the hole {*rocket fires twice*} Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!! Fire in the hole {*rocket fires twice*} Fire in the hole.. (Fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*} Fire in the hole! {*rocket fires twice*} Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!! Fire in the hole Redman 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 " Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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