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[Intro] Yeahhhhhhhhhh! Firing Squad (You motherfuckers get up) Back in the motherfuckin (You motherfuckers get up!) Dungeon, nigga (Get up nigga! GET THE FUCK UP!) {FI-YAHHHHHHH} HeheheheheHEHE, geah! Get in yo` ass nigga Firing Squad huh? Let`s go, let`s go, let`s go! {FI-YAHHHHHHH} M dot, O dot, P dot, we got Nigga! Do, flippa{?}, uh, ohh
[Verse One: Billy Danze] Excuse me, I`m here to earn a mere buck or two It`s Bill Diggy niggy, who the fuck are you? Nigga where yo` soldiers at? Dem vultures you ride with? The niggaz you coincide with, you don`t wanna collide with (M!) Exclude them, they already know the name They already know the game, they already know we flame {FI-YAHHHHHHH} It`s tricky, they put `em in boots And camoflauge suits, and they still can`t get wit me I`m wicked, look at the way I rip it I`m off-balance, I`m mentally challenged, but I`m gifted (IT`S ON YOU!) You know how we do I`ll get at yo` crew, with a little twenty-two (hahahahaHA!) The question is - where the fuck it came from? Why the fuck you banged him, and who the fuck untamed him? And why can`t they restrain him? There`s somethin goin on with this kid Look in his eyes, he`s angry and straight spittin
[Chorus: M.O.P.] {FI-YAHHHHHHH} Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Nigga B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin {FI-YAHHHHHHH} Hahahahahaha! Cobra-ass nigga, NIGGA! (Yeah) NIGGA!
[Danze] Yo, let`s go!
[Verse Two: Lil` Fame] I have the mind, of a sick psychiatric {?} perish, with my tactic Terminate, act hell, I bust brain cells I`m international, my name rings bells So take the battle on the beach homeboy, this is a war Live nigga rap, straight from the Bricks, we got the raw Fuck a watered down rapper on your hot five at four We live from the crackhouse, push your money through the door This is {FI-YAHHHHHHH} we give a fuck about your rag You motherfuckers made New York look bad With all you gangsta-ass, Michael, gorillas recognize my M.O. Or bitch come see me, and Fizzy Wo` Nigga sixteen bars`ll get you caught up - this ain`t Mickey D`s But fuck around, and I`ll suicide your order Pop shit I`m poppin hollows in you niggaz `tinue to serve When the Desert burn whoever`s left on the menu First Fam`, we don`t start wars with you, but my dogs will Lock jaw with you, pop pop pop, {?} witchu We get love in the cracks of the hood, and they need love So we just spit it back to the hood, motherfucker we spittin
[Chorus: M.O.P.] {FI-YAHHHHHHH} Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Nigga B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin {FI-YAHHHHHHH} Get yo` ass up, nigga! What? What? What-what-what-what-what, ow, oh, AOWWWWW
[Verse Three: Billy Danze] What happened to the M.O. (P!) nigga we make history You don`t know? Then find yo` ass on Unsolved Mystery When the gun blow (the gun blow rapidly) It`s a twenty-one gun dispute when your troops, come after me You gotta be a thorough dude my borough rules, live motivators Fuck a driveby, we walk up, look you in yo` eye and dump
[Verse Four: Lil` Fame] {FI-YAHHHHHHH} And that`s whassup, so nigga whattup? You know we reppin B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, ho yeah! You know the motherfuckin style, my goons is wild We turn this whole, motherfucker into the OK Corral (So what it`s gon` be bitch?) Nigga look into this What a ridiculous, conspicious son of a bitch you is We was trainin, count your revolver shots when you pop `em Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! (BUKKA-BUKKA-BU-BUKKA DROP HIM!) We spittin
[Chorus: M.O.P.] {FI-YAHHHHHHH} Wha, whoo, wha, ha, ha, ha! Nigga B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin {FI-YAHHHHHHH} Whoo! What, nigga? B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherfucker we spittin
[Outro] {FI-YAHHHHHHH} HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ride out nigga (It`s the way of the world nigga) Yeah! Fall up out this bitch (Sopranos!) C`mon (Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!) {*fades out*}
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