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Firing Squad nigga
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Firing Squad!
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Uh, First Family
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Top notch nigga
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BD, uh
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[Billy Danze]
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I used to have so much confidence in myself
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But now my game is changed and my pain's been felt
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My hand's been dealt, but it was a missed deal
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And words won't express the way a man William feel
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I came up with them thugs, I grew up in that mud
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Got my hands covered in blood, to stay above
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The world (to see a better day)
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Please my children need, and I can't find a fuckin way
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What can I say, I'ma stressed ghetto soldier
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I'm shell shocked from a back block off Saratoga
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Remember what I told ya, I'm thirsty now
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In fact I feel like everybody's out to hurt me now
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Roll wit me now, am I the only cat that never see the
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M slash O dash P on your TV and the
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Industry keep fucking wit me
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So I brought my cousins wit me
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>From now on they gon be thuggin wit me
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Eyes and ears nigga, blunts and beers nigga
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For months and years it been Blood, Sweat and Tears
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Nigga, raise your metal for Firing Squad royalty
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First Family, royalty, holla!
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CHORUS 2X: Fame and Bill Danze
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How many niggas plan to ride wit us (ride wit us)
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How many niggas came to die wit us (die wit us)
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Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
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Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck !! Ha Ha!
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[Lil Fame]
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This is only the beginning, you aint know one was comin
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Stand face to me, no more runnin
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Back from hell, the dramatic, automatic
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Rap track flippin acrobatic
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Yo we been in this game for damn near a whole decade
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To the death, til the Firng Squad, cop the next tape
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Brownsville slugger, knucka up in the house
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Had a rumble with the Grim Reaper, knuckled it out
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This aint for you big willies, this is for my small paws
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Thuggin, wit guns in they draws
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Go against the grain, break all laws
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And keep a bitch wit him, wit drugs in her bra
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Brooklyn, brainiest, blast
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Aint nothing changed since that nigga been past
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Sound, pound, make you wanna bark
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Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon!
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CHORUS 2X
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[Billy Danze]
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(It's the Firing Squad assassins)
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Ghetto blastin
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Operation ran by your man toucan dance for thug fashion
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(Criminal passion) Top of the line
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It's unneccessary, buries, but we still manage to shine
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(Take a life son) Fuck that!
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You know the verdict your only a soldier duke but don't get murdered
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You heard I was, raised with the elements
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It's William, and if you feel him then don't fuck with my intelligence
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I'm from the Ville, (that's home)
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I holds my own being that my father's reflection have connected and roam
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[Lil Fame]
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Blow 'em and check 'em wit chrome, have ya heard of me
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I heard you wanna hit me, split me, murder me
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So I, regulate, designate, demonstrate
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Blow back you fools wit tools, set 'em straight
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What you want nigga, hah, what it's gon be
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I'ma be leavin you leakin with clip in the palmy
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I'ma son of a gun, a automatic 4 5th
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Gun shots let off for my dogs, leave your boy stiff
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Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
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Play a part 'fore you fuck around and start a war here
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(We bust back) Collapse, I'm rated R
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Bringin it real strong cuz you niggas still gon hit me pa
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Y'all want me, come find me motherfucker
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CHORUS 2X
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heh heh, how many niggas
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Ride wit us
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Can you ride
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Firing Squad nigga
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Yeah! Wit us!
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First Family, murder
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Top notch nigga
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You know the rules of the motherfucking game
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C'mon!
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Ride With Us
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M.O.P. |