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[Intro]Yeah, Firing Squad nigga. Teflon. Salute[Hook - repeat 1.5X]I got a rideYou got a rideWe got a ride, that hit up from both sides[Verse One]Yo, it`s the way of the world, rightAnd can`t nobody change, the way that nigga Williams does his thangYou see, I done stomped on 37 beatsAnd I`m still stuck in the core of the streets (nigga)That`s me, voted, most likely to squeeze (blahaw)Now I`m worth 6 hundered G`sGhetto warfare, heavy metal warfarePlus I got all my motherfuckin` thugs hereFirst Family style buck ass wild Danz the rapid fire empire expandsAnd, shortie take notice, my shit sold(Never went gold), but fuck it I`m still dope (broke)Don`t pretend to be no millionaireI`m makin` dust somewhere, in the 7th coll on the third tear (yeah)See that`s my destiny, althoughWe know none of the wack niggas is touchin` me so...[Hook][Verse Two]M.(blahaw)O.(blahaw)P.(will rock) what we bring (real rap)What you want (hip hop) here it is (feel that)Roll with me, on this hip hop journeyI represent mine and whatever consern me(The triple gold frame) walk with the bop gun cat name (Fame)Must maintain, now I was raised in my (days)On, BDP, Rakim and The Juice Crew (shit that I`m use to)Now a days, rappers act prettyRap shitty, lost in this New Jack CityTalkin` bout all the (cars you lust)Guns you bust and still get roobed by the ones you trustBut y`all (dogs) soon will see (what`s that?)What we bringin` to this sheisty ass industryNow (now) that`s my destiny, although,We know none of y`all wack niggas is touchin` me, so...[Hook][Verse Three]Now throw your motherfuckin` hands up (for what?)Keep it simple, ask no questionsWe won`t pop this Smith-N-Wesso at your temple(Do you know what we into?) Check the resemyWe exchange slugs with the thuggish thug niggas around the wayWe still ill, Sometimes we deside to killBut we still in the vill, so sometimes we liable to stealPlus we bust, don`t mistake us for no otherEye`s screamin` like a demonFinger itchin` like a motherfuckerFiring Squad, ill, ill Figure Nigger Real we come up we homicide, we ride for the kill (buckbuckbuckbuckbuckbuck)Black, emptyin` on sight, use your headYou don`t wanna get up in this thug life[Hook][Outro]Bobobobo Firing Squad niggaYeah, world famous, internationalBell ringin`, gun slingin`, downtown swingin`

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