[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 n***a 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 n***as '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 n***a 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 n***as 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, n***as 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 n***as '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 n***a inside a hip hop punk me
I done stood on some dangerous ground to spit rounds
Gay n***as 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 n***as 'bout to see the (Fire in the hole)
Like cancer baby I’m workin’ from the inside out