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