Breakin' the Rules

Yeah, check it out y'all. Firing Squad, nigga. (First Family)

Yeah, Firing Squad, nigga. 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 motherfuckers back on the ?rip?

Tip and get the split in a nigga's shit

(Ain't nothin changed) I take you motherfuckers back to ?6

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 niggas that's ready to wrong

me, I put my foot down firmly

Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me

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, nigga *echoes*

The rules of the motherfucking game

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, bitch, I'm coming through

I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the fuck are you?

Y'all niggas be, listenin to that false information

Here your ?-ation

Thugs know home team from the BK and move niggas

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 fucking motherfuckers act like y'all don't be known?

Fizzy Wo, nigga, going for broke

So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic

Automatic and will make your ship 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 fuck 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 nigga'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

Nigga, don't you ever fuck around

With the four-pound token

Bonified thugster (what!) Brownsville slugger

Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka

Bitch motherfucker! (Fuck ya)

You musta bought a ? in the heart

Flinch and I'ma tear your ass apart

Come on, straight like that, nigga

Firing Squad, nigga. Ha-ha-hah. Hundred years and runnin. Yeah, one of

my motherfuckin men, Flipper the Ripper. Y'know what I'm sayin, my

nigga City, Teflon. Firing Squad, nigga. For life *echoes* Yeah

*echoes.

*beat to fade*