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....