[Billy Danze]
Yeah, check it out y'all. Firing Squad, n***a. (First Family)
Yeah, Firing Squad, n***a. Check it out. (First Family)
[Verse One: Billy Danze]
The name's Bill (What up Bill?)
I'mma semi-automatic addict for real
Before you test me
Know I feel that the impact from a gat when it kicks back is s**y
I put you motherf**ers back on the real tip
And get to splitting a n***a's sh**
(Ain't nothin changed) I take you motherf**ers back to '86
And get to dumpin off a clip
(You know the game) You wanna test me? (You gotta)
Wait your turn B
There's a long line of n***as that's ready to burn me
I put my foot down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some sh** that don't concern me
And most dudes don't like the way I rep
The brown-skinned cat with a helluva side step, yep
Berkowitz, (Retreat!)
I would never be disconnected from these streets
Its deep, as the (ocean!) and my (potion!)
Is to (know when!) to spit fire, n***a *echoes*
The rules of the motherf**ing game...
[Hook: DJ Premier]
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!
[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
Make way, b**h, I'm coming through
I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the f** are you?
Y'all n***as be, listenin to that false information
Here's your invitiation
Thugs know home team from the BK and move n***as
Run with them guns bust off like John Woo
Try to sabotage the game, I'mma start somethin
Try to sabotage my name, I'mma start dumpin!
Why do f**ing motherf**ers act like y'all don't be known?
Fizzy Wo, n***a, going for broke
So when you loc, 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'mma blast a man, what?
[Hook]
[Verse Three: 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 f** with me (I tried)
He didn't listen
So they found his a** missing
Put my barrel of my hammer 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 n***a's soul!
[Lil' Fame]
When I jump off, or I dump off, about eight rounds
Holdin my spot down, I'mma knock down, about eight clowns
n***a, don't you ever f** around
With the four-pound token
Bonified thugster (what!) Brownsville slugger
Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka
b**h motherf**er! (f** ya)
You musta bought a can of heart
Flinch and I'mma tear your a** apart
Come on, straight like that, n***a
[Outro]
Firing Squad, n***a. Ha-ha-hah. Hundred years and runnin. Yeah, one of
My motherf**in men, Flipper the Ripper. Y'know what I'm sayin, my
n***a City, Teflon. Firing Squad, n***a. For life *echoes* Yeah
*echoes
*beat to fade*