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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! |
