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| M.O.P. Miscellaneous Breakin' The Rules [Billy Danze] Yeah, check it out y'all. Firing Squad, nigga. (First Family) Yeah, Firing Squad, nigga. Check it out. (First Family) The name's Bill (What up Bill?) I'ma semi-automatic addict for real Before you test me Know I feel that the impact from a gat when it kicks back is sexy I put you motherfuckers back on the ?rip? Tip and get the split in a nigga's shit (Ain't nothin changed) I take you motherfuckers back to ‘86 And get to dumpin off a clip (You know the game) You wanna test me? (You gotta) Let your time be, there's a long line of niggas that's ready to wrong me, I put my foot down firmly Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me And most dudes don't like the way I rap The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep Berkuance, (Retreat!) I would never be disconnected from these streets Its deep, as the (ocean!) and my (potion!) Is to (know when!) to spit fire, nigga *echoes* The rules of the motherfucking game Chorus: DJ Premier (M.O.P.) Here it is: ghetto music (ROCK THAT!) When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!) Cause some cats be fakin the move In other words, breakin the rules! (STOP THAT!) We make ghetto music (ROCK THAT!) When it drop, if its proper (COP THAT!) Cause some cats be fakin the move In other words, breakin the rules! [Lil' Fame] Make way, bitch, I'm coming through I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the fuck are you? Y'all niggas be, listenin to that false information Here your ?-ation Thugs know home team from the BK and move niggas Run with them guns bust off like John Woo Try to sabatoge the game, I'ma start somethin Try to sabatoge my name, I'ma start dumpin! Why do fucking motherfuckers act like y'all don't be known? Fizzy Wo, nigga, going for broke So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic Automatic and will make your ship sink like the Titanic Now that I know, that you against me And you *click*, you *click*, you against me, too Tell his man, to tell his man, work out another master plan Cause I'ma blast a man, what? Chorus [Billy Danze] Allow me to express my deepest sympathy To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty I begged him not to fuck with me (I tried) He didn't listen So they found his ass missin Put my barrel in the back of his mouth And knocked his head out do or dead, now Cold, he actually thought I would fold So I tore him a new hole, word to nigga's soul! [Lil' Fame] When I jump off, or I dump off, about eight rounds Holdin my spot down, I'ma knock down, about eight clowns Nigga, don't you ever fuck around With the four-pound token Bonified thugster (what!) Brownsville slugger Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka Bitch motherfucker! (Fuck ya) You musta bought a ? in the heart Flinch and I'ma tear your ass apart Come on, straight like that, nigga Firing Squad, nigga. Ha-ha-hah. Hundred years and runnin. Yeah, one of my motherfuckin men, Flipper the Ripper. Y'know what I'm sayin, my nigga City, Teflon. Firing Squad, nigga. For life, Yeah |
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