CHORUS 2X:
  
  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
  
  CHORUS
  
  [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
  
  CHORUS
  
  [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
  
  CHORUS