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Yeah, check it out,
squad, nigga
(First family)
Yeah, firing squad,
it out
(First family)

The Bill
(What up Bill?)
I'ma semi-automatic addict for
Before you me
Know I that the impact from a gat
it kicks back is sexy

I put you back on the rip
Tip and get the split in a nigga's
(Ain't changed)
I you motherfuckers back to 6
And get to dumpin' off a

(You the game)
You wanna me?
(You gotta)
Let your time be, a long line of niggas
That's to wrong me

I put my down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't me
And dudes don't like the way I rap
The brown-skinned cat with a fast step, yep

(Retreat)

I would never be disconnected these streets
deep, as the and my
(Ocean, potion)
Is to to fire, nigga
(Know when)
The rules of the game

it is ghetto music
(Rock that)
When it drop, if its
(Cop that)
'Cause cats be fakin' the move
In words, breakin' the rules
(Stop that)

We ghetto music
(Rock that)
When it drop, if its
(Cop that)
'Cause some cats be fakin' the
In other words, breakin' the

way, bitch, I'm coming through
I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the are you?
Y'all niggas be, listenin' to that false
your [unverified]

Thugs know home from the BK and move niggas
Run with them guns off like John Woo
Try to sabatoge the game, start somethin'
Try to sabatoge my name, start dumpin'

Why do fucking motherfuckers act like don't be known?
Fizzy Wo, nigga, for broke
So when you low, come and hit you with something that
Automatic and make your ship sink like the Titanic

Now that I know, you against me
And you click, you click, you me too
Tell his man to his man, work out another master plan
'Cause I'ma a man, what?

it is ghetto music
(Rock that)
When it drop, if its
(Cop that)
'Cause cats be fakin' the move
In other words, the rules
(Stop that)

We ghetto music
(Rock that)
it drop, if its proper
(Cop that)
'Cause some cats be fakin' the
In other words, the rules

Allow me to express my sympathy
To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the
I begged him not to with me
(I tried)
He didn't listen, so they his ass missin'

Put my barrel in the back of his
And knocked his out do or dead, now
Cold, he actually thought I would
So I tore him a new hole, word to soul

When I off, or I dump off, about eight rounds
Holdin' my spot down, I'ma knock down, about eight
Nigga, don't you ever around
the four-pound token

Bonified thugster Brownsville
(What)
Ex-mugger, for knucka, bucka, bucka
motherfucker
(Fuck ya)

You musta a [unverified] in the heart
Flinch and tear your ass apart
Come on, straight like that,

Squad, nigga, ha-ha-hah
Hundred and runnin' yeah
One of my men, Flipper the Ripper
Y'know what I'm sayin', my City, Teflon
Squad, nigga, for life, yeah