Firing Squad

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

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[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

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[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

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