[Hook x2]
Firing Squad
Ain't no telling what they might do
Firing Squad
Yo them n***as will invite you
Firing Squad
To the battlefields so they can wipe you
Firing Squad
That's them n***as that don't like you
[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
Everybody hit the floor
Aw sh** not again, don't flinch
All F A G emcees play the bench
You rock j**els, we just cruise on your maggot a**
Now make a move and we'll squeeze tools at your f*ggot a**
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 sh** 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 sh** 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 pa**ion for blasting
Ass I'mma never show guns but I'm still an a**a**in
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 n***as '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 loan sharks
n***as practice what they preach and back with what they reach wit
The ill part is on the mic I be kickin the freak sh**
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 n***as beter recognize
We exercise, our lyric, something deadly
[Hook]
[Lil Fame]
[Take it to the streets] Watch n***as 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
Ain't 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 n***a that's tryin to take my spot
New jacks in rap must pay dues before they rock
Yo I run sh** 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
n***a what, I take your pride and slide
And turn you rap cipher, into a motherf**ing homicide
CHORUS