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

The name's
(What up Bill?)
I'ma addict for real
Before you me
Know I that the impact from a gat
Then it back is sexy

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

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

I put my foot firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some shit don't concern me
And most dudes like the way I rap
The cat with a helluva fast step, yep

(Retreat)

I would be disconnected from these streets
deep, as the and my
(Ocean, potion)
Is to to fire, nigga
(Know when)
The rules of the motherfucking

Here it is ghetto
(Rock that)
When it drop, if its
(Cop that)
some cats be fakin' the move
In other words, breakin' the
(Stop that)

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

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

Thugs know home team from the BK and move
Run with them guns bust off like Woo
Try to the game, I'ma start somethin'
Try to my name, I'ma start dumpin'

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

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

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

Allow me to express my sympathy
To the of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty
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 I would fold
So I tore him a new hole, to nigga's soul

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

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

You bought a [unverified] in the heart
Flinch and I'ma tear ass apart
on, straight like that, nigga

Firing Squad, nigga,
years and runnin' yeah
One of my men, Flipper the Ripper
Y'know what I'm sayin', my nigga City,
Squad, nigga, for life, yeah