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