M.o.p. - Firing Squad Lyrics
Chorus 2x:Firing squadAint no tellin what they might doFiring squadYo them niggas will invite youFiring squadTo the battlefields so they can wipe youFiring squadThats them niggas that dont like you[billy danze]Everybody hit the floor, aw shit not again, dont flinchAll f a t emcees lay the benchYou rock jewels, we just cruise on your maggot assNow make a move and well squeeze tools at your faggot assNow, guess whos, back in the place, kid I missed m.o.pHey Im sorry you had to wait gIn 93 you barely heard us in the crowdSo we eject from select, and now our shit is bumpin loudFiring squad, back on the caseTo school ya, turnin more boys to men than the great luke dubraBooyah! do ya, plan to, stand and proveRemember I got love for only a handfulThats [danze] architechting the game planTo bust down the doors, Ive already smacked the shit out your main manI dont think you want no static cAutomatically, automatic gs, bump somethinChorus[teflon]Count your blessings, just mount your smith & wessons in a hurryThe more grounds I cover the more brothers to worryEverlasting, got a certified passion for blastingAss ima never show guns but Im still an assassinYes some say my raps about to crack the afterburn>from out the first, send the whole entire earth into a blackoutHeres the facts about my m.o.p. clickWe get down, roll in deep waters we drown niggas ll leave em sensinYo let it be known, we own the walksUp on the hill we own the thrones, we own the parksFor real, we own the low sharksNiggas practice what they preach and back with what they reach witThe ill part is on the mic I be kickin the freak shitSet it, violators get beheaded, rumors we dead itAmazing how we plays, close the show, and roll the creditsIts over, straight from saratoga, said these niggas beter recognizeWe exercise, our lyric, something deadlyChorus[lil fame][take it to the streets] watch niggas collapsePerhaps, we could bust raps or bust capsThis is, ghetto how we in it, and if its beefYou tell me and billy will go to war like its valianceOnce I catch ya, Im guranteed I got yaDuke, I bet ya, you leave this piece on a stretcherAint nothing to kid aboutI put one in your wig and bounceLeave the rest for the all time c to figure outNow, whos that nigga thats tryin to take my spotNew jacks in rap must pay dues before they rockYo I run shit like mr. hoppa, because I pop upAnd I rip raps like crackheads strip copperPartner, its bug, fake thugs gon get no loveYou could easily get got by hot sinking slugsNigga what, I take your pride and slideAnd turn you rap cipher, into a mother*****ing homicideChorus
