Yeah, check it out y'all. firing squad, *************. (first family) Yeah, firing squad, *************. check it out. (first family) The name's bill (what up bill?) I'ma semi-automatic addict for real Before you test me Know i feel that the impact from a gat when it kicks back is ***y I put you mother******s back on the ?rip? Tip and get the split in a *************'s *************t (ain't nothin changed) i take you mother******s back to ?6 And get to dumpin off a clip (you know the game) you wanna test me? (you gotta) Let your time be, there's a long line of *************s that's ready to wrong Me, i put my foot down firmly Stick the nose of my gun in some *************t that don't concern me And most dudes don't like the way i rap The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep Berkuance, (retreat!) I would never be disconnected from these streets Its deep, as the (ocean!) and my (potion!) Is to (know when!) to spit fire, ************* *echoes* The rules of the mother******g game Chorus: dj premier (m.o.p.) 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! [lil' fame] Make way, *************, i'm coming through I'm fizzy wo dog, who the ************* are you? Y'all *************s be, listenin to that false information Here your ?-ation Thugs know home team from the bk and move *************s Run with them guns bust off like john woo Try to sabatoge the game, i'ma start somethin Try to sabatoge my name, i'ma start dumpin! Why do ******g mother******s act like y'all don't be known? Fizzy wo, *************, going for broke So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic Automatic and will make your *************p 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'ma blast a man, what? Chorus [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 ************* with me (i tried) He didn't listen So they found his ass missin Put my barrel 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 *************'s soul! [lil' fame] When i jump off, or i dump off, about eight rounds Holdin my spot down, i'ma knock down, about eight clowns *************, don't you ever ************* around With the four-pound token Bonified thugster (what!) brownsville slugger Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka ************* mother******! (************* ya) You musta bought a ? in the heart Flinch and i'ma tear your ass apart Come on, straight like that, ************* Firing squad, *************. ha-ha-hah. hundred years and runnin. yeah, one of My mother****** men, flipper the ripper. y'know what i'm sayin, my ************* city, teflon. firing squad, *************. for life *echoes* yeah *echoes. *beat to fade*
Yeah, check it out y'all. firing squad, *************. (first family) Yeah, firing squad, *************. check it out. (first family) The name's bill (what up bill?) I'ma semi-automatic addict for real Before you test me Know i feel that the impact from a gat when it kicks back is ***y I put you mother******s back on the ?rip? Tip and get the split in a *************'s *************t (ain't nothin changed) i take you mother******s back to ?6 And get to dumpin off a clip (you know the game) you wanna test me? (you gotta) Let your time be, there's a long line of *************s that's ready to wrong Me, i put my foot down firmly Stick the nose of my gun in some *************t that don't concern me And most dudes don't like the way i rap The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep Berkuance, (retreat!) I would never be disconnected from these streets Its deep, as the (ocean!) and my (potion!) Is to (know when!) to spit fire, ************* *echoes* The rules of the mother******g game Chorus: dj premier (m.o.p.) 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! [lil' fame] Make way, *************, i'm coming through I'm fizzy wo dog, who the ************* are you? Y'all *************s be, listenin to that false information Here your ?-ation Thugs know home team from the bk and move *************s Run with them guns bust off like john woo Try to sabatoge the game, i'ma start somethin Try to sabatoge my name, i'ma start dumpin! Why do ******g mother******s act like y'all don't be known? Fizzy wo, *************, going for broke So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic Automatic and will make your *************p 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'ma blast a man, what? Chorus [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 ************* with me (i tried) He didn't listen So they found his ass missin Put my barrel 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 *************'s soul! [lil' fame] When i jump off, or i dump off, about eight rounds Holdin my spot down, i'ma knock down, about eight clowns *************, don't you ever ************* around With the four-pound token Bonified thugster (what!) brownsville slugger Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka ************* mother******! (************* ya) You musta bought a ? in the heart Flinch and i'ma tear your ass apart Come on, straight like that, ************* Firing squad, *************. ha-ha-hah. hundred years and runnin. yeah, one of My mother****** men, flipper the ripper. y'know what i'm sayin, my ************* city, teflon. firing squad, *************. for life *echoes* yeah *echoes. *beat to fade*
