Yo check this out homeboy. God's on your side right? So why don't you do this, reasonable. 14K, bow, pzzshw, I'm Audi. (You wanna do this direct or not man? 17 man).
Yeah man, when I get old and shit. With my grandkids and shit. I gonna tell 'em, yo' I was down with them. Yo guess what?. . I'm a G boy, standin' in my G boy stance.
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. . I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch (who dat?). Me bitch (who dat?). The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?.
I'm gonna let these motherfuckers know something. . We happen to be them, live niggaz. (Don't try). Niggaz, do or die niggaz. Fizzy Womack, y'all, true hillfigga.
(Look nigga, you know the name). (Where we from nigga? 718). (Brooklyn! M plus O plus P!). C'mon c'mon, c-c-c'mon!. (M plus O plus P!). . Check it out now.
Come on, come on rap dudes, let's rap rap dudes. Yeah, yeah, come on motherfucka, yeah I gave ya a hour, nigga. But now I want my shit back, bring it to ya ass, Fizzy Wo Mack, L.A..
[Chorus]. Firing Squad.. Ain't no tellin' what they might do.. Firing Squad.. Yo, them niggas will invite you.. Firing Squad.. To the battlefields so they can wipe you..
Yo a lot of people depend on me (strongly). I no longer wanna press them situations wrongly. They say that a man's life, gon' be what it's gon' be. So I switched the game around, and now it's on me.
Yo a lot of people depend on me (strongly). I no longer wanna press them situations wrongly. They say that a man's life, gon' be what it's gon' be. So I switched the game around, and now it's on me.
You fake rappers get the boot. Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot. I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy. Don't fuck around and make me catch a batty boy.
Hey yo what up sport, guess who's back on the scene. The human being cannon with the infrared beam. Before the song move on I'm lettin' you know. I'm still in the 'ville and I'm still lettin' it go.
Drama lord. . [ VERSE 1: Billy Danzini ]. Billy Danzini is known to the world as a drama lord. Beat more bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud. If you're clever, then you can put 2 and 2 together.
[Product G&B]. Oh yeah.. (G&B). Ohhhh.. oooh yeah (M.O.P.). Oh-ohhhh, ooooh (yeah). Oh-ohhhh (Primo bring it back, uh-huh, yo). Oooooh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh ohh-ohhh ohh-ohhh.
Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check this shit out. . [Verse one: O.C].. Now check this motherfucking capo right here. Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clip.
[M.O.P.:]. C'mon!. Yeah!. International!. Downtown Swinga!. . [Billy Danze:]. Ayo what up cobra, it's me (prime time!). PD, I get better with time like a fine wine.
"(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga. (First Family). World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here.". . Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze).
Firing Squad...To the Death. . When I'm dead and gone you won't be alone. When I'm dead and gone. . O.G. Boom Bang (that's my nigga) that's right. I told you knuckle build with skil love you after life.
7-1-8 Brownsville, what the fuck you want niggaz?. New York, you ready for this shit? I don't think so, motherfucker. Yeah M.O.P. for life. Radio, niggaz never play us.
"Cold, ass, ice, you know that you are. Cold, ass, ice, you're cold as ice to me!. Cold, ass, ice". . Yeah, ha ha, oh shit! (You're as cold as ice). Yeah! (You're willing to sacrifice).
Chorus: Treach. Till death do us, can't move us. We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter. Holler if you hear this, realness. Thugs gon' feel this, Brooklyn banger Jersey jackin.