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Firing Squad

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  • Chorus 2x:
    Firing squad
    Aint no tellin what they might do
    Firing squad
    Yo them *************s will invite you
    Firing squad
    To the battlefields so they can wipe you
    Firing squad
    That's them *************s that don't like you
    [billy danze]
    Everybody hit the floor, "aw *************t not again", don't flinch
    All f a t emcees lay the bench
    You rock jewels, we just cruise on your maggot ass
    Now make a move and we'll squeeze tools at your ************* ass
    Now, guess who's, back in the place, "kid i missed m.o.p"
    Hey i'm sorry you had to wait g
    In '93 you barely heard us in the crowd
    So we eject from select, and now our *************t is bumpin loud
    Firing squad, back on the case
    To school ya, turnin more boys to men than the great luke dubra
    Booyah! do ya, plan to, stand and prove
    Remember i got love for only a handful
    That's [danze] architechting the game plan
    To bust down the doors, i've already smacked the *************t out your main man
    I don't think you want no static c
    Automatically, automatic g's, bump somethin
    Chorus
    [teflon]
    Count your blessings, just mount your smith & wessons in a hurry
    The more grounds i cover the more brothers to worry
    Everlasting, got a certified passion for blasting
    Ass i'ma never show guns but i'm still an assassin
    Yes some say my rap's about to crack the afterburn
    >from out the first, send the whole entire earth into a blackout
    Here's the facts about my m.o.p. click
    We get down, roll in deep waters we drown *************s 'll leave 'em sensin
    Yo let it be known, we own the walks
    Up on the hill we own the thrones, we own the parks
    For real, we own the low sharks
    *************s practice what they preach and back with what they reach wit
    The ill part is on the mic i be kickin the freak *************t
    Set it, violators get beheaded, rumors we dead it
    Amazing how we plays, close the show, and roll the credits
    It's over, straight from saratoga, said these *************s beter recognize
    We exercise, our lyric, something deadly
    Chorus
    [lil fame]
    [take it to the streets] watch *************s collapse
    Perhaps, we could bust raps or bust caps
    This is, ghetto how we in it, and if it's beef
    You tell me and billy will go to war like it's valiance
    Once i catch ya, i'm guranteed i got ya
    Duke, i bet ya, you leave this piece on a stretcher
    Aint nothing to kid about
    I put one in your wig and bounce
    Leave the rest for the all time c to figure out
    Now, who's that ************* that's tryin to take my spot
    New jacks in rap must pay dues before they rock
    Yo i run *************t like mr. hoppa, because i pop up
    And i rip raps like crackheads strip copper
    Partner, it's bug, fake thugs gon get no love
    You could easily get got by hot sinking slugs
    ************* what, i take your pride and slide
    And turn you rap cipher, into a mother******* homicide
    Chorus
  • Chorus 2x:
    Firing squad
    Aint no tellin what they might do
    Firing squad
    Yo them *************s will invite you
    Firing squad
    To the battlefields so they can wipe you
    Firing squad
    That's them *************s that don't like you
    [billy danze]
    Everybody hit the floor, "aw *************t not again", don't flinch
    All f a t emcees lay the bench
    You rock jewels, we just cruise on your maggot ass
    Now make a move and we'll squeeze tools at your ************* ass
    Now, guess who's, back in the place, "kid i missed m.o.p"
    Hey i'm sorry you had to wait g
    In '93 you barely heard us in the crowd
    So we eject from select, and now our *************t is bumpin loud
    Firing squad, back on the case
    To school ya, turnin more boys to men than the great luke dubra
    Booyah! do ya, plan to, stand and prove
    Remember i got love for only a handful
    That's [danze] architechting the game plan
    To bust down the doors, i've already smacked the *************t out your main man
    I don't think you want no static c
    Automatically, automatic g's, bump somethin
    Chorus
    [teflon]
    Count your blessings, just mount your smith & wessons in a hurry
    The more grounds i cover the more brothers to worry
    Everlasting, got a certified passion for blasting
    Ass i'ma never show guns but i'm still an assassin
    Yes some say my rap's about to crack the afterburn
    >from out the first, send the whole entire earth into a blackout
    Here's the facts about my m.o.p. click
    We get down, roll in deep waters we drown *************s 'll leave 'em sensin
    Yo let it be known, we own the walks
    Up on the hill we own the thrones, we own the parks
    For real, we own the low sharks
    *************s practice what they preach and back with what they reach wit
    The ill part is on the mic i be kickin the freak *************t
    Set it, violators get beheaded, rumors we dead it
    Amazing how we plays, close the show, and roll the credits
    It's over, straight from saratoga, said these *************s beter recognize
    We exercise, our lyric, something deadly
    Chorus
    [lil fame]
    [take it to the streets] watch *************s collapse
    Perhaps, we could bust raps or bust caps
    This is, ghetto how we in it, and if it's beef
    You tell me and billy will go to war like it's valiance
    Once i catch ya, i'm guranteed i got ya
    Duke, i bet ya, you leave this piece on a stretcher
    Aint nothing to kid about
    I put one in your wig and bounce
    Leave the rest for the all time c to figure out
    Now, who's that ************* that's tryin to take my spot
    New jacks in rap must pay dues before they rock
    Yo i run *************t like mr. hoppa, because i pop up
    And i rip raps like crackheads strip copper
    Partner, it's bug, fake thugs gon get no love
    You could easily get got by hot sinking slugs
    ************* what, i take your pride and slide
    And turn you rap cipher, into a mother******* homicide
    Chorus