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When I
When I
When I roll, I roll like bamboo
Blow 'em out like candles
My introduction is this
Mainly simple
The way I wait and meditate like the Shaolin Temple
Just then I expose my method
Show 'em how it's going down
And watch 'em drown in my soundful effort (That's a million)
Gotta move like a Gotti and them
Let a nigga oppose, a muh'fuckin' right we bodying him
Got cocksuckers laying around
I had to come back out
For those who thought that I was playing around
And I feel no pressure, I'll press ya
Real aggressive, impressive
How you go from the floor to the stretcher
Should've known not to break
None of the black commandments
Closed casket, nothing but flesh and fragments
You can't escape the fire in the hole
Loud talk don't move me, you ain't unruly, punk
You scared to death of that fire in the hole
You ain't afraid to die, oh my, my, my
You front, you scared to death of that fire in the hole
I got 'em on scope, you scoped out, there's no reroute
No way out, y'all niggas 'bout to see the fire in the hole
Like cancer, baby, I work you from the inside out
Hopscotch, bitch, look at my watch
Shit'll close a jewelry shop
Got a nigga under scrutiny, Akh
If you ever try to move on my block
Cock the hammer brutally, Doc
Now I'm brandishing a beautiful Glock
Cut my shit off, now I'm ready to tumble
'Cause I ain't want life
When I had to fight niggas inside of the jungle
Better put your fuckin' lock on the door
'Fore I knock your block on the floor
Silence while I'm cocking the four
You think you gas if you thinkin' you bold
See, I will cock the hammer and let you see fire come outta the hole
Be the new hood favorite, be holding the gold
It ain't worth it for you to front, niggas know how we roll
And if you plottin' then I capture your thoughts
I get at you no matter the cost
It's nothing, it's a wrap for your boss
You better hide, bitch, roll up and duck
Shots fire, hold up and tuck your head 'fore I blow up your truck
Barrel in your face so you see the
Fire in the hole
Loud talk don't move me, you ain't unruly, punk
You scared to death of that fire in the hole
You ain't afraid to die, oh my, my, my
You front, you scared to death of that fire in the hole
I got 'em on scope, you scoped out, there's no reroute
No way out, y'all niggas 'bout to see the fire in the hole
Like cancer, baby, I work you from the inside out
My desire to roll and touch foes
Who am I? A.K.A. fire in the hole
Not more loud, I'm sorta like a hip hop junkie
Picture me letting the nigga inside of hip hop punk me
I done stood on some dangerous grounds and spit rounds
Gave niggas one-on-ones in a lot of 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 propaganda
As far as the game go, I got lots of answers
So real like I do it for Smack
How I dribble the ball behind my back
And take it strong to the rack
Just to be in my position is more than ambition
I'm dirty like the bottom of the pot you piss in
'Bout to move like a savage beast in these streets
Bad Boy, something gon' have to give in this beast
Fuck that
You can't escape the fire in the hole
Loud talk don't move me, you ain't unruly, punk
You scared to death of that fire in the hole
You ain't afraid to die, oh my, my, my
You front, you scared to death of that fire in the hole
I got 'em on scope, you scoped out, there's no reroute
No way out, y'all niggas 'bout to see the fire in the hole
Like cancer, baby, I work you from the inside out






























