Yeah, check it out you.
Firing Squad, nigga. First Family
Yeah, Firing Squad, nigga.
Check it out.
The name's Bill What up Bill?
I'm 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 motherf**kers back on the real tip
And get to splitting a nigga's shit
Ain't nothing changed
I take you motherf**kers back to '86
And get to dumping off a clip
You know the game
You wanna test me? You gotta
Wait your turn B
There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn 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 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**king game
Here it is: ghetto music rock that!
When it drop, if its proper cop that!
Cause some cats be faking the move
In other words, breaking the rules! stop that!
We make ghetto music rock that!
When it drop, if its proper cop that!
Cause some cats be faking the move
In other words, breaking the rules!
Make way, bitch, I'm coming through
I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the f**k are you?
Yeh niggas be, listening to that false information
Here's your invitiation
Thugs know home team from the BK
And move niggas
Run with them guns bust off like John Woo
Try to sabotage the game, I'm start something
Try to sabotage my name, I'm start dumping!
Why do f**king motherf**kers act
Like you don't be known?
Fizzy Wo, nigga, 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 you you against me, too
Tell his man, to tell his man,
Work out another master plan
Cause I'm blast a man, what?
Here it is: ghetto music
When it drop, when the drops proper
Come down
Cause some cats be faking the move
In other words, breaking the rules!
Stop that
We make ghetto music rap down
When it drop, if its proper come down
Cause some cats be faking the move
In other words, breaking the rules!
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**k with me
He didn't listen
So they found his ass 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 nigga's soul!
When I jump off, or I dump off, about eight rounds
Holdin my spot down,
I'm knock down, about eight clowns
Nigga, don't you ever f**k around
With the four-pound token
Bonified thugster Brownsville slugger
Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka
b***h motherf**ker!
You musta bought a can of heart
Flinch and I'm tear your ass apart
Come on, straight like that, n***a
Firing Squad, nigga. Ha-ha-hah.
Hundred years and running. Yeah, one of
My motherf**king men, Flipper the Ripper.
You know what I'm saying, my
n***a City, Teflon.
Firing Squad, nigga. For life Yeah
