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Yeah, check it out y'all. firing squad, nigga. (first family) |
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Yeah, firing squad, nigga. check it out. (first family) |
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The name's bill (what up bill?) |
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I'ma semi-automatic addict for real |
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Before you test me |
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Know i feel that the impact from a gat when it kicks back is sexy |
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I put you motherfuckers back on the ?rip? |
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Tip and get the split in a nigga's shit |
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(ain't nothin changed) i take you motherfuckers back to ?6 |
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And get to dumpin off a clip |
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(you know the game) you wanna test me? (you gotta) |
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Let your time be, there's a long line of niggas that's ready to wrong |
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Me, i put my foot down firmly |
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Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me |
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And most dudes don't like the way i rap |
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The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep |
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Berkuance, (retreat!) |
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I would never be disconnected from these streets |
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Its deep, as the (ocean!) and my (potion!) |
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Is to (know when!) to spit fire, nigga *echoes* |
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The rules of the motherfucking game |
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Chorus: dj premier (m.o.p.) |
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Here it is: ghetto music (rock that!) |
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When it drop, if its proper (cop that!) |
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Cause some cats be fakin the move |
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In other words, breakin the rules! (stop that!) |
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We make ghetto music (rock that!) |
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When it drop, if its proper (cop that!) |
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Cause some cats be fakin the move |
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In other words, breakin the rules! |
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[lil' fame] |
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Make way, bitch, i'm coming through |
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I'm fizzy wo dog, who the fuck are you? |
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Y'all niggas be, listenin to that false information |
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Here your ?-ation |
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Thugs know home team from the bk and move niggas |
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Run with them guns bust off like john woo |
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Try to sabatoge the game, i'ma start somethin |
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Try to sabatoge my name, i'ma start dumpin! |
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Why do fucking motherfuckers act like y'all don't be known? |
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Fizzy wo, nigga, going for broke |
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So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic |
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Automatic and will make your ship sink like the titanic |
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Now that i know, that you against me |
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And you *click*, you *click*, you against me, too |
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Tell his man, to tell his man, work out another master plan |
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Cause i'ma blast a man, what? |
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Chorus |
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[billy danze] |
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Allow me to express my deepest sympathy |
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To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty |
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I begged him not to fuck with me (i tried) |
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He didn't listen |
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So they found his ass missin |
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Put my barrel in the back of his mouth |
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And knocked his head out do or dead, now |
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Cold, he actually thought i would fold |
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So i tore him a new hole, word to nigga's soul! |
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[lil' fame] |
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When i jump off, or i dump off, about eight rounds |
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Holdin my spot down, i'ma knock down, about eight clowns |
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Nigga, don't you ever fuck around |
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With the four-pound token |
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Bonified thugster (what!) brownsville slugger |
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Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka |
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Bitch motherfucker! (fuck ya) |
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You musta bought a ? in the heart |
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Flinch and i'ma tear your ass apart |
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Come on, straight like that, nigga |
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Firing squad, nigga. ha-ha-hah. hundred years and runnin. yeah, one of |
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My motherfuckin men, flipper the ripper. y'know what i'm sayin, my |
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Nigga city, teflon. firing squad, nigga. for life *echoes* yeah |
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*echoes. |
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*beat to fade* |
