, nigga boom Yeah I rob, yeah I steal, yeah I put ya body in a field I ain't fakin' no deal, just tryin' to get a meal Hustlin' out here, understand
a man to save But all the money in the world is not enough I bet, you've long since passed understanding What it takes to be satisfied You're like a
. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
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
Muthafuckas [ VERSE 1: W.C. ] It all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was restin my nerves Coolin at the pad, smokin herb Had a show the next day, so
on a contract for hatin' I'ma waste 'em, one by one, for taintin' Ability to kill a facility, I'm a sinner of Satan fast as a child rapist facin' Life
' G G G G G, young homey got shit locked Public Enemy No.1, Flavor Flav with a wrist watch All black G-Units, all black Impala I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin
is wild Pretty face, no mask, undeniably fit for the job Bitch wit a heart, ready to thump, money is king Wit my lap on the throne strokin' a cat, runnin' a
state I-I-I know ya mad [Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] You know I'm chasin a milli (that's right), reppin my city (that's right) Life is a gamble, I told
we loungin' with Chrome Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome Shining like a hundred thousand in stones Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero 1-6
mug, the D.A. tryin to taste his blood And the lawyers is the court employers, showin fake love The court system is 33 and 1 third of a mace and club
. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though see it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop shit But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
New Beanie Sigel, Freeway Don't get scurred Fat shout, Beat Street 1, 2, Sigel comin' for you 3, 4, I'm 'bout to kick in your door 5, 6, man, I want
steal your stash If you a bitch, yo we niggaz that'll slap your ass Whattup cliqua? We can be lah, M-A And stab these niggaz up, no problem-a And leave
an icon y'all. Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright, passed away today at 6:45 PM, Cedars Sinai Hospital, due to complications from AIDS. A definite West coast legend, brought you N.W.A
purses Fresh off a 2 piece smelling like a pick it's that bandana swinger from the number 1 click Chorus W.C. (singsong) Blowed off yak with the W
C. Foster. Composed but a few days previous to his death (New York: W. A. Pond, 1864). Facsimile in Stephen Foster, Household Songs, Earlier American