Firing Squad nigga!
  
  Hahahaha..
  
  Oh! Oh! Hahahahahahaha - AIY, AIY!
  Firing Squad nigga!
  One time, one time
  Geah, nigga - nigga!
  Rock roller, rock roller
  Tim {?} in the building, in the building
  
  [Verse One: Billy Danze]
  Now look, you niggaz that want to be crooks
  You shook, I'm fired out of BK nigga
  When I got ahold of some trap, I took it way back
  Let 'em {?} claim as I lean in my Cadillac
  If you see me walkin sideways, it might be an issue
  I might be a little tight, and I might have my pistol
  The same niggaz you see goin up, you'll see 'em comin down
  You'll be left in the streets, fuckin 'round like
  "ANTE UP!" Don't get it fucked up or twisted
  Cause you'll be, fucked up, and twisted
  And shipped to ballistics, in the form of a puzzle
  as a result of them coppertops, stoppin up your muscles
  These niggaz wanna lead to chumps, but you ride by in your truck
  with niggaz throwin up, you lookin like like WHO DA FUCK?
  And how you gon' handle, not bein able to come through
  Your killers and the vandals can't stand you
  Cause you untrue your own crew, doubt you
  You wonder what it's about
  When it hits you in your mouth, and all the bits jump out you
  Firing Squad, we raise hell
  And will prevail
  
  [Chorus: M.O.P.]
  [Fame] So what you do now, act like a bitch nigga?
  [Will] Get the fuck outta here!
  [Fame] Oh you wanna kick off a cliff nigga?
  [Will] Get the fuck outta here!
  [Fame] These niggas is out to slaughter ya, murder yo' ass
  [Fame] And you ain't gon' do SHIT nigga
  [Will] Get the fuck outta here!
  [Fame] Where the fuck are your morals homey?
  [Will] Get the fuck outta here!
  [Fame] Where the fuck is your balls at?
  [Fame] We was raised by G's
  [Fame] Think I'ma let you disregard that?
  [Will] Get the fuck outta here!
  [Fame] It'll be a cold day in hell bitch
  [Will] Get the fuck outta here!
  
  [Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
  Fuck you, in the hemlock position, Duke my name ain't Richie Rich
  Be a nigga deal witcha shit and stop actin Bitchy Bitch
  You know the reason that the game gone bad
  It's cause you forgot who gave you the car
  Quick to help you build your {?}, truly yours
  Fame! Look, Fam in my name
  Mark, Laze and Jamal got a jam in my name
  I defy for the true aces
  But you gon' have me done stab you in both of your face
  You two-faced bitch!
  Keep talkin bout me bad
  You gon' need a plastic surgeon to redecorate your face up
  with pieces of yo' ass!
  I'll blast knuckle your face, bust your snot box
  So either we can pop shots, that's how OG'z do it on my block
  Cause violence, is the universal language
  NAH nigga, you done picked the wrong nigga to bang with
  Glock pop, we'll murder ya, B'Ville nigga
  You dialed the dirtiest (we bang) we give 'em the whole thang!
  
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  [Chorus]
  
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