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.
[Incomprehensible], mother fucking M.O.P. way. Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P. way. Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P. .
Yeah, check it out why'all. Firing Squad, nigga. (First Family). Yeah, Firing Squad, nigga. Check it out. (First Family). . The name's Bill (What up Bill?).
featuring LaShonda. . Chorus: repeat 2X. . Represent show niggaz the deal. I'm packing my blue steel keeping it real. Cause niggaz were born to kill. .
Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope. Time to break these hoes off somethin'. Got my niggas Bun B., Pimp see, I mean U.G.K.
[ Li'l Fame ]. Say what, say what, say what?. [ both ]. I'm packin blue steel (3x). . [ VERSE 1: Li'l Fame ]. Plow! I'm shootin muthafuckas in the belly.
It's them Background Niggaz, back down niggas. Murda-ma-murda nigga. (Kill 'em, nigga, kill 'em). Leave them slumped back, feel 'em, young cats peel 'em.
Yo, yo c'mon son. Yo, they killin' 'em out there, son. They dyin' out there, son, word up. Yo they killin' us, son, I'm tellin' you. . why?all niggas c'mon that's my word.
[Chorus:]. This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore. Firing Squad! Firing Hard!. . I'm top of the line, realistic and rugged never smooth. Ring ding! Ring ding! M.O.P. coming through.
Take minks off! Take things off!. Take chains off! Take rings off!. Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off!. (Ante Up!) Everything off!. Fool what you want? We stifling fools.