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

The name's
(What up Bill?)
I'ma semi-automatic addict for
you test me
Know I feel that the from a gat
Then it kicks is sexy

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

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

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

(Retreat)

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

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

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

Thugs know home team from the BK and niggas
Run them guns bust off like John Woo
Try to the game, I'ma start somethin'
Try to sabatoge my name, 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 with something that
and will make your ship sink like the Titanic

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

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

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

Allow me to my deepest sympathy
To the family of the cat, that, was hit 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 of his mouth
And knocked his out do or dead, now
Cold, he thought 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 fuck around
the four-pound token

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

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

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