Firing Squad Lyrics
| Song | Firing Squad |
| Artist | M.O.P. |
| Album | Firing Squad |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Chorus 2x： | |
| Firing squad | |
| Aint no tellin what they might do | |
| Firing squad | |
| Yo them niggas will invite you | |
| Firing squad | |
| To the battlefields so they can wipe you | |
| Firing squad | |
| That's them niggas that don't like you | |
| [billy danze] | |
| Everybody hit the floor, "aw shit not again", don't flinch | |
| All f a t emcees lay the bench | |
| You rock jewels, we just cruise on your maggot ass | |
| Now make a move and we'll squeeze tools at your faggot ass | |
| Now, guess who's, back in the place, "kid i missed m.o.p" | |
| Hey i'm sorry you had to wait g | |
| In '93 you barely heard us in the crowd | |
| So we eject from select, and now our shit is bumpin loud | |
| Firing squad, back on the case | |
| To school ya, turnin more boys to men than the great luke dubra | |
| Booyah! do ya, plan to, stand and prove | |
| Remember i got love for only a handful | |
| That's [danze] architechting the game plan | |
| To bust down the doors, i've already smacked the shit out your main man | |
| I don't think you want no static c | |
| Automatically, automatic g's, bump somethin | |
| Chorus | |
| [teflon] | |
| Count your blessings, just mount your smith & wessons in a hurry | |
| The more grounds i cover the more brothers to worry | |
| Everlasting, got a certified passion for blasting | |
| Ass i'ma never show guns but i'm still an assassin | |
| Yes some say my rap's about to crack the afterburn | |
| >from out the first, send the whole entire earth into a blackout | |
| Here's the facts about my m.o.p. click | |
| We get down, roll in deep waters we drown niggas 'll leave 'em sensin | |
| Yo let it be known, we own the walks | |
| Up on the hill we own the thrones, we own the parks | |
| For real, we own the low sharks | |
| Niggas practice what they preach and back with what they reach wit | |
| The ill part is on the mic i be kickin the freak shit | |
| Set it, violators get beheaded, rumors we dead it | |
| Amazing how we plays, close the show, and roll the credits | |
| It's over, straight from saratoga, said these niggas beter recognize | |
| We exercise, our lyric, something deadly | |
| Chorus | |
| [lil fame] | |
| [take it to the streets] watch niggas collapse | |
| Perhaps, we could bust raps or bust caps | |
| This is, ghetto how we in it, and if it's beef | |
| You tell me and billy will go to war like it's valiance | |
| Once i catch ya, i'm guranteed i got ya | |
| Duke, i bet ya, you leave this piece on a stretcher | |
| Aint nothing to kid about | |
| I put one in your wig and bounce | |
| Leave the rest for the all time c to figure out | |
| Now, who's that nigga that's tryin to take my spot | |
| New jacks in rap must pay dues before they rock | |
| Yo i run shit like mr. hoppa, because i pop up | |
| And i rip raps like crackheads strip copper | |
| Partner, it's bug, fake thugs gon get no love | |
| You could easily get got by hot sinking slugs | |
| Nigga what, i take your pride and slide | |
| And turn you rap cipher, into a motherfucking homicide | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus 2x: | |
| Firing squad | |
| Aint no tellin what they might do | |
| Firing squad | |
| Yo them niggas will invite you | |
| Firing squad | |
| To the battlefields so they can wipe you | |
| Firing squad | |
| That' s them niggas that don' t like you | |
| billy danze | |
| Everybody hit the floor, " aw shit not again", don' t flinch | |
| All f a t emcees lay the bench | |
| You rock jewels, we just cruise on your maggot ass | |
| Now make a move and we' ll squeeze tools at your faggot ass | |
| Now, guess who' s, back in the place, " kid i missed m. o. p" | |
| Hey i' m sorry you had to wait g | |
| In ' 93 you barely heard us in the crowd | |
| So we eject from select, and now our shit is bumpin loud | |
| Firing squad, back on the case | |
| To school ya, turnin more boys to men than the great luke dubra | |
| Booyah! do ya, plan to, stand and prove | |
| Remember i got love for only a handful | |
| That' s danze architechting the game plan | |
| To bust down the doors, i' ve already smacked the shit out your main man | |
| I don' t think you want no static c | |
| Automatically, automatic g' s, bump somethin | |
| Chorus | |
| teflon | |
| Count your blessings, just mount your smith wessons in a hurry | |
| The more grounds i cover the more brothers to worry | |
| Everlasting, got a certified passion for blasting | |
| Ass i' ma never show guns but i' m still an assassin | |
| Yes some say my rap' s about to crack the afterburn | |
| from out the first, send the whole entire earth into a blackout | |
| Here' s the facts about my m. o. p. click | |
| We get down, roll in deep waters we drown niggas ' ll leave ' em sensin | |
| Yo let it be known, we own the walks | |
| Up on the hill we own the thrones, we own the parks | |
| For real, we own the low sharks | |
| Niggas practice what they preach and back with what they reach wit | |
| The ill part is on the mic i be kickin the freak shit | |
| Set it, violators get beheaded, rumors we dead it | |
| Amazing how we plays, close the show, and roll the credits | |
| It' s over, straight from saratoga, said these niggas beter recognize | |
| We exercise, our lyric, something deadly | |
| Chorus | |
| lil fame | |
| take it to the streets watch niggas collapse | |
| Perhaps, we could bust raps or bust caps | |
| This is, ghetto how we in it, and if it' s beef | |
| You tell me and billy will go to war like it' s valiance | |
| Once i catch ya, i' m guranteed i got ya | |
| Duke, i bet ya, you leave this piece on a stretcher | |
| Aint nothing to kid about | |
| I put one in your wig and bounce | |
| Leave the rest for the all time c to figure out | |
| Now, who' s that nigga that' s tryin to take my spot | |
| New jacks in rap must pay dues before they rock | |
| Yo i run shit like mr. hoppa, because i pop up | |
| And i rip raps like crackheads strip copper | |
| Partner, it' s bug, fake thugs gon get no love | |
| You could easily get got by hot sinking slugs | |
| Nigga what, i take your pride and slide | |
| And turn you rap cipher, into a motherfucking homicide | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus 2x: | |
| Firing squad | |
| Aint no tellin what they might do | |
| Firing squad | |
| Yo them niggas will invite you | |
| Firing squad | |
| To the battlefields so they can wipe you | |
| Firing squad | |
| That' s them niggas that don' t like you | |
| billy danze | |
| Everybody hit the floor, " aw shit not again", don' t flinch | |
| All f a t emcees lay the bench | |
| You rock jewels, we just cruise on your maggot ass | |
| Now make a move and we' ll squeeze tools at your faggot ass | |
| Now, guess who' s, back in the place, " kid i missed m. o. p" | |
| Hey i' m sorry you had to wait g | |
| In ' 93 you barely heard us in the crowd | |
| So we eject from select, and now our shit is bumpin loud | |
| Firing squad, back on the case | |
| To school ya, turnin more boys to men than the great luke dubra | |
| Booyah! do ya, plan to, stand and prove | |
| Remember i got love for only a handful | |
| That' s danze architechting the game plan | |
| To bust down the doors, i' ve already smacked the shit out your main man | |
| I don' t think you want no static c | |
| Automatically, automatic g' s, bump somethin | |
| Chorus | |
| teflon | |
| Count your blessings, just mount your smith wessons in a hurry | |
| The more grounds i cover the more brothers to worry | |
| Everlasting, got a certified passion for blasting | |
| Ass i' ma never show guns but i' m still an assassin | |
| Yes some say my rap' s about to crack the afterburn | |
| from out the first, send the whole entire earth into a blackout | |
| Here' s the facts about my m. o. p. click | |
| We get down, roll in deep waters we drown niggas ' ll leave ' em sensin | |
| Yo let it be known, we own the walks | |
| Up on the hill we own the thrones, we own the parks | |
| For real, we own the low sharks | |
| Niggas practice what they preach and back with what they reach wit | |
| The ill part is on the mic i be kickin the freak shit | |
| Set it, violators get beheaded, rumors we dead it | |
| Amazing how we plays, close the show, and roll the credits | |
| It' s over, straight from saratoga, said these niggas beter recognize | |
| We exercise, our lyric, something deadly | |
| Chorus | |
| lil fame | |
| take it to the streets watch niggas collapse | |
| Perhaps, we could bust raps or bust caps | |
| This is, ghetto how we in it, and if it' s beef | |
| You tell me and billy will go to war like it' s valiance | |
| Once i catch ya, i' m guranteed i got ya | |
| Duke, i bet ya, you leave this piece on a stretcher | |
| Aint nothing to kid about | |
| I put one in your wig and bounce | |
| Leave the rest for the all time c to figure out | |
| Now, who' s that nigga that' s tryin to take my spot | |
| New jacks in rap must pay dues before they rock | |
| Yo i run shit like mr. hoppa, because i pop up | |
| And i rip raps like crackheads strip copper | |
| Partner, it' s bug, fake thugs gon get no love | |
| You could easily get got by hot sinking slugs | |
| Nigga what, i take your pride and slide | |
| And turn you rap cipher, into a motherfucking homicide | |
| Chorus |
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