Busta Rhymes — Fire In The Hole

[Intro: Clinton Sparks, Busta Rhymes] Black Rob, Busta Rhymes Yo, doc, fire Get familiar Smash squad [Verse 1: Black Rob] When I roll I roll like bamboo do Blow ‘em out like candles Plans reduction is this, mainly simple The way I wait and meditate like a Shaolin temple Just in I exposed my method Show ‘em how it’s goin’ down and watch the ground of my sophomore epic Got to move like a Gotti in him Let a nigga oppose a motherfuckin’ right we bodyin’ him Got cocksuckers layin’ around, I had to come back out For those who though I was playin’ around And I feel no pressure I press ya Real aggressive aggressive How you go from the floor to the stretcher Should’ve known not to break none of black commandments Closed casket, nothin’ but flesh and fragments [Chorus: Black Rob, Busta Rhymes] You can’t escape the (Fire in the hole) Loud talk don’t rule me you ain’t unruly punk You scared to death for that (Fire in the hole) You ain’t afraid to die, oh my my my You frontin’ you scared to death for that (Fire in the hole) I got a raw scope he scoped out there’s no reroute no way out Y’all niggas 'bout to see the (Fire in the hole) Like cancer baby I’m workin’ from the inside out [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Hopscotch bitch look at my watch See the clothes and jewellery shop got a nigga under scrutiny opp If you ever try to move on my block Cock a hammer brutally doc Or I'm brandishin' a beautiful Glock Cut my shit off, I’m ready to tumble ‘cause I don’t want life When I have to fight niggas inside of the jungle Better put your fuckin’ lock on the door ‘fore I knock your block on the floor Silence when I’m cockin’ the fourfav Leave you gassed and you thinkin’ you bold See I will cock the hammer and let you see (Fire come out of the hole) Be the new hood favorite we holdin’ the gold It ain’t worth it for you to front, niggas know how we roll And if you plot and then I capture your thoughts I get at you no matter the cost It’s nothin’ it’s a wrap your boss I’m livin’ a high bitch roll up and duck Shots fire hol’ up and tuck your head ‘fore I blow up your truck [Chorus: Black Rob, Busta Rhymes] Barrel in his face so you see the (Fire in the hole) Loud talk don’t rule me you ain’t unruly punk You scared to death for that (Fire in the hole) You ain’t afraid to die, oh my my my You frontin’ you scared to death for that (Fire in the hole) I got a raw scope he scoped out there’s no reroute no way out Y’all niggas 'bout to see the (Fire in the hole) Like cancer baby I’m workin’ from the inside out [Verse 3: Black Rob] My desire to roll and touch foes who am I? A.K.A fire in the hole I’m all out, I’m sorta like a hip hop junkie Bitch me let the nigga inside a hip hop punk me I done stood on some dangerous ground to spit rounds Gay niggas 101s in a lotta these towns Now they roll out the red carpet and shit ‘96 was the year that the torch was lit I’m not amazed with the tabloids and propagandas As far as the game go I got lots of answers So real like I drew up for smack How I dribble the ball behind my back and take it strong to the rack Just to be in my position’s more than ambition I’m dirty, like the bottom of the pots you piss in ‘bout to move like a savage beast in these streets Bad boy, some gon’ have to give in his piece Fuck that [Chorus: Black Rob, Busta Rhymes] You can’t escape the (Fire in the hole) Loud talk don’t rule me you ain’t unruly punk You scared to death for that (Fire in the hole) You ain’t afraid to die, oh my my my You frontin’ you scared to death for that (Fire in the hole) I got a raw scope he scoped out there’s no reroute no way out Y’all niggas 'bout to see the (Fire in the hole) Like cancer baby I’m workin’ from the inside out