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 ‘86
  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, Yeah