Yeah, Firing Squad, comin at you
Question
[Chorus 2X: M.O.P.]
[Fame] Do you want the rawness?
[Mash] NO DOUBT, GIVE IT TO ME, DELIVER IT TO ME, FEEL ME?
[Fame] Do you want the rawness?
[Mash] NO DOUBT, GIVE IT TO ME, DELIVER IT TO ME, FEEL ME?
[Verse One: Lil` Fame]
We pulled up on the scene (mean) jumped off the Ninjas
Stepped through the door and tore the shit off the hinges
(SURRENDER!) Listen here, live niggaz stand up
(THROW YO` HANDS UP, klak klak) keep `em there
(IT`S A SHOWDOWN) MC`s get they caps twist
Fuckin with this, lyricist, that rap with the lisp
I`m only five feet, and about six inches
But I`m still the first to burst the first nigga that flinches
Manslaughter rappers by the alphabet (I`M OUT TO GET)
A million plus, let my guns bust (THEN I`M OUT THIS SHIT)
Write editorial, killin `em dead
Throwin these lyrical doe blows to the head that slaughter you
It`s the bell-ringin, gun-slingin, Downtown Swingin
Brownsville slugger ex-mutha-for-ya-nucca
So come correctly when testin this
Memories of my enemies rest in piss
[Chorus] - Tef instead of Fame
[Verse Two: Teflon]
Uhh, uhh
I hit the public with a freestyle, rock them, left my mark
Staked my claim up in this here game, Fame gave me the start
Gettin hype yo, put it in nitro, goin psycho on the low
A lot of y`all niggaz predicted that I might blow
Whoever heard of me know I give tracks, 3rd degree burns
Give me a turn to earn mine, hurt `em internally
Acapella, to keep it locked forever for this cheese
Now Jay-Z what if they don`t freeze, then I`ma Roc-A-Fella
To all my lil` G`s holdin steel on parole
Who won`t give a fuck, who smoke trees and take golden seals
Who hold the `Ville down, Home Team keep my chrome clean
Catch me out there blowin for the cream (that`s right)
Never fold, some say I`m a role model behind the scenes
All I want is the cream, a warm pussy and a cold bottle
Y`all know my motto, bring it at them for the platinum
Keep a tight ass, Danze, bring in the anthem
[Chorus] - Danze instead of Tef
[Verse Three: Billy Danze]
Yo here we go again! (Here we go again) Ain`t nuttin happenin
Son (son) we just rappin to be rappin
Hardcore is what we know, it`s our life and our music
We put it on wax, and the mainstream refuse it
{? don`t use it) to glamourfy the rest
While we, the First Family is livin with stress
We`ve been blessed, with infrared, to see through you
My people got talent, that`s un-believe-able
(But still) they won`t give us no leeway
So we DECIDE to RIDE the M.O.P. way
Dominatin (uhh) regulatin (yeahh)
Non move fakin (yeahh) I`m talkin rapid record breakin (c`mon)
You come across town from cute, and you`ll find Bill
In the `Ville where it feels like Beirut
SALUTE! Remember I`ll dismember your legs
The Firing Squad member need bread...
