1.Intro
2.Firing Squad(Skit)
3.Firing Squad
Chorus 2x：
Firing squad
Aint no tellin what they might do
Firing squad
Yo them niggas will invite you
Firing squad
To the battlefields so they can wipe you
Firing squad
That's them niggas that don't like you
Everybody hit the floor, 'aw shit not again', don't flinch
All f a t emcees lay the bench
You rock jewels, we just cruise on your maggot ass
Now make a move and we'll squeeze tools at your faggot ass
Now, guess who's, back in the place, 'kid i missed m.o.p'
Hey i'm sorry you had to wait g
In '93 you barely heard us in the crowd
So we eject from select, and now our shit is bumpin loud
Firing squad, back on the case
To school ya, turnin more boys to men than the great luke dubra
Booyah! do ya, plan to, stand and prove
Remember i got love for only a handful
To bust down the doors, i've already smacked the shit out your
main man
I don't think you want no static c
Automatically, automatic g's, bump somethin
Chorus
Count your blessings, just mount your smith ＆ wessons in a hurry
The more grounds i cover the more brothers to worry
Everlasting, got a certified passion for blasting
Ass i'ma never show guns but i'm still an assassin
Yes some say my rap's about to crack the afterburn
＞from out the first, send the whole entire earth into a blackout
Here's the facts about my m.o.p. click
We get down, roll in deep waters we drown niggas 'll leave 'em
sensin
Yo let it be known, we own the walks
Up on the hill we own the thrones, we own the parks
For real, we own the low sharks
Niggas practice what they preach and back with what they reach
wit
The ill part is on the mic i be kickin the freak shit
Set it, violators get beheaded, rumors we dead it
Amazing how we plays, close the show, and roll the credits
It's over, straight from saratoga, said these niggas beter
recognize
We exercise, our lyric, something deadly
Chorus
Perhaps, we could bust raps or bust caps
This is, ghetto how we in it, and if it's beef
You tell me and billy will go to war like it's valiance
Once i catch ya, i'm guranteed i got ya
Duke, i bet ya, you leave this piece on a stretcher
Aint nothing to kid about
I put one in your wig and bounce
Leave the rest for the all time c to figure out
Now, who's that nigga that's tryin to take my spot
New jacks in rap must pay dues before they rock
Yo i run shit like mr. hoppa, because i pop up
And i rip raps like crackheads strip copper
Partner, it's bug, fake thugs gon get no love
You could easily get got by hot sinking slugs
Nigga what, i take your pride and slide
And turn you rap cipher, into a motherfucking homicide
Chorus
4.New Jack City
Chorus：m.o.p.
This is, ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
If you start it, defend it, start it, we'll end it
We're highly recommended, listen, this is
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
The brownsville sluggers, about to attack...
Bring it back, yo i'm tired of you herbs
Gettin on my nerves
Pretendin to be drug dealers, and killers
You fold up, hold up, let me ease the grip
So they can jack talkin 'bout how many keys you flip
Your sleeves get ripped off for that bracelet you rockin
This lil nigga get to poppin, pistol grippin and cockin
Plus i bag emcees that's babblin
I aint tryin to hear ya
But i'm about ready to ear ya out
Get the gats and clear ya out
Cuz you's a part time felon, kid killing yellin
I'm a basket case, don't make me bash your face
It's live nigga, no jive, hear the guns blast
I be wreckin like the fuckin jamaicans at sunsplash
And where you be at times, you don't have your fuckin gat
So chill with your riff raff, your bitch staff
Is some new cats, living in new jack city!!
Chorus： m.o.p.
Yo what the fuck is the deal, here comes a new generation of rap
dudes
It's a shame the way they be dissin the game
They fantasize then go to something i would tell lies
Wit rhymers ready to come out of retirement
Don't know this rap shit, get this
My family is ready to lynch, and roll before all you devils and
sins
You way out of your motherfucking league
It's the, warpath, o.g. staff
Ambidextrous and i'll tear your maggot ass in half
My family don't give a fuck about you
How 'bout i, jump up and smack the shit out you
Wit no pity, detonating this new jack city!!
5.Stick To Ya Gunz
Intro (sampled)：
Calling the police, calling the g men
Calling all americans to war on the underworld
All i need is money, and i'm getting that money tonight
Verse one： lil' fame
Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this b-boy
Watch out for jake, snakes and decoys
The streets keep you p-noid
Everyday's a new game, we do thangs for new thangs
This kid got stopped for like three g's and two chains
Yo, i know about these streets i was raised in
In my crib i heard villians outside blazin
Mad shots was poppin and, i see visions of droppin men
Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on hopkinson
That's why this +downtown swinga+
Ruckus bringa be packin bangers
That make your whole shit out of clothes hangers
It's only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in
The fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit in
So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these new york
desperadoes
We'll bust open your head like avocadoes
Heavy artillery in my facility
For you snake ass ones i stick to my gunz
Chorus：
Yo what up？ ain't nothin; is it real？ yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigga？ stick to ya gunz!
What's the word？ ain't nothin; is it real？ yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self？ stick to ya gunz!
Verse two： billy danze
The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo'-fo' desert
eagle
Nigga, that shit is diesel!!
Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object
Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects
I ain't gonna be beefin or eyein you
Silently i move violently
Me, ain't no reliable see
I been chasin and lacin tough guys for days
Findin ways to erase em, and blaze em in the grave
If it happen the squad's cappin, i'm in the mix
And i'd rather be touched by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the front line still standin
Mr. billy danze, and i'll work you with a mini cannon
Holdin it down it's the drama lord
So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fuckin board
Firin squad, niggaz on the run
Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they
guns
Chorus： repeat 2x
Verse three： kool g. rap
Aiyyo, i represent queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
Put m-16's in niggaz spleens
So head for the hills, nigga cause when i get ill
It's blood spilled for real
I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill
So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin
The biscuit that i'm clutchin
Puffin like cess but that's the fuckin dutchman
Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus
We'll be three niggaz who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you
motherfuckers
Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids
Ain't gotta go rush to toys r us to get you cabbage patch kids
Once i let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,
Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped
In fact i let a ak cap push your toupee back
Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave your hit up for
the funds
Niggaz better stick to they guns
Chorus： repeat 2x
6.Anticipation
Hook：
'this is what you waited all year for, the hardcore'
Firing squad, firing hard
'this is what you waited all year for, the hardcore'
Firing squad, firing hard
'this is what you waited all year for, the hardcore'
Firing squad, firing hard
'this is what you waited all year for, the hardcore'
Firing squad, firing hard
I'm top of the line, realistic, get rocky never smooth
Ring, ding
lord
F a g's get bust down to they knees
I'm here to make moves, i never fake moves, i like to break
crews
In half, put 'em on they ass if they never pay dues
Fuckin with fame, you be the next stain on the sidewalk
I make 'em simmer down, whenever i roll into town
And speak for my, love thug niggas in the crowd
I'm dedicated, never been over challenged
My over violent, lyrics'll knock you over balance
I whet emcees like vietnamese, but yet they freeze
Like coke when they provoke me to squeeze
Lil fame represent the turf
Would suck so hard they put scars on the face of the earth
Fuck the frame, i blow your ass out the picture
So keep your eyes focused on this overdosage, i'm just comin
through
To a hip hop spot near you
Hook
It take alot to have actual natural sound
We just laid back in the cut, stuck some shit up our sleeve
Please, we don't roll deep, we squeeze
Predict them niggas around to sink a fucking ship
What i feel is what i do
And g, i see i might hafta straighten your ass out to
I wish i would let a nigga take mine
Where my niggas is niggas that live on the front line
'hardcore' raw, brownsville b boy quick on the draw
Like the late great prince leroy
When my nigga was on the scene
More ammunition passed through his ass than the average marine
Deal a whole steel for you motherfuckers...
Hook
7.Born 2 Kill
Chorus：repeat 2x
Represent, show niggaz the deal
I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real
Cause niggaz were born to kill
Here comes the brownsville slugger, motherfucker
I bust off shots at fools
To avoid these obstacles
I roll deep, me and my nigga llama
With about seven niggas thats up in the clip to bring the drama
Homicide, take a ride in the hearse
Enemies out to hit me, but i'ma see em first
I'm ready, steady, and deadly but yet nervous
Let my words a serve its purpose general moved him off the
surface
Gunshots let off! my instincts was to get him
Make sure i hit him, then break north, shonuff!
Holding down my fort, taking no shorts of no sorts
My four five turn to a blowtorch
It's still cocked! i tried to get away safe
You that shit was out of shells i still stuck it in my waist
Then my dirt, yeah, get murked, yeah, murder was the case
That it hit heart beating like a nigga on base
I found a spot, chilled, parleyed for a second
Fixed my weapon, then headed back to my section
Now i'm back home smoking and drinking i'm bent now
I meditate on flash backs of how it went down
It's kill or be killed, thats a true fact
There aint no telling when these niggaz are coming to bust open
your back
It's ill, it's real, but still i feel
It's provoke murder nigga i'm born to kill
Chorus - 4x
Yo, it's the case of the state
Versus the great one seven one eight
Gun slinger from brownsville
Where niggaz were born to kill
Yo, some chick think she saw you jump up out the jeep
You said you was across the street laying with the heat
What？ that bitch lying
Heres a cocksucker i never heard of
I aint doing time for no mother fucking murder
When mr. gonzalez stretched in the mud
I was home with the dog dome taking down whats up
Therefore i'm innocent!
Mad shells were split
They ain't mine
I do damage with an imp, you found shells from a nine
This shit is crazy
Would you please contact lazy
Tell him i need an attorney
To ride with me on this mother fucking journey
Now ten months later after being indicted
Third off of fifteen are clickin shit so fuck it i'ma fight it
Me and the tru boy lay back after d.a. spoke
Cross examination, first thing jumped up and broke no joke
Stepped over the judges crown
Stepped on the d.a.s ground
Looked at the snitch with a frown
Went to the jury and got down
Seventy-two hours later creeping on some playing no more shit
Toting the same glock mr. gonzalez got knocked off wit
As i...
Chorus - 4x
8.Brownsville
Brownsville's the place where crews seem the livest
Cops get knocked down body counts' only rising
Them streets look - full to ya!
Villains look - poor to ya!
Them niggas'll - slaughter ya!
For your goose nautica
You got jewels？ stash 'em son
Cause there's a thousand niggas broke
And we all got guns!
And you know what that means
Niggas be open like they smoking caffeine
Looking to do a quick stick, move, and swift
With your ___ on your hip
Ready to flip
Whenever you empty your clip, dip
And get the fuck up out of dodge
That's if you know what's up kid
Niggas is getting mandela time
Plus the crackers is corrupted
But then you got them clockers down at 73rd
That was drug associated since the 70's, word
It's kinda skeptic
Living these crazy ways unprotected
Every day is a jam
So expect the unexpected
Crime time!
1-718 brownsville, brooklyn
The housing property be getting tooken
So we're intended
Be under pressure getting blackmailed
Villains using their dealings
Making killings off of crack sales
The theme song of murder
Nobody's kidding,
These fools are forbidden
Automatics just be spittin'
And devastating, and profound
You get lumped up soon as you jump up
Or get gunned down in brownsville
Young bucks got guns
(now that's a damn shame)
Everybody claim they represent and do they thing
_____ toting in cases hard to believe
The firing squad'll throw your whole borough under siege
Beyond twin chrome and farmers
Nigga it's billy danze
And when i'm double clutching my hands
Them fuckers won't jam
So my man, if your seeking an advance to your grave
It's the land of the drama lord
And the home of the fucking brave
It's hard to trust us cause it's mad ruckus
We toe tax with mufflers for small time hustlers
It's blue steel concealed under my sweater
To calm down whoever
Duke, i move clever
I must keep it stepping, hops
When shit be getting' hot
I step and bop
While i stroll with my weapon cocked
The hill that's real, we kill at will
Clack clack! clack clack!
Clack clack! clack clack!
Mad guns in your grill
In the 'ville
Brownsville! (yeah)
Killings here only bring retaliation
No crying
See dying's an everyday thing
Swing 25 niggas down by my battlegrounds
I'll move in with 8 thugs that love busting rounds
You know the deal
In my streets your heater be ready to blaze
Keep cash in your stash
In case you gotta be swayze
For twisting a nigga cap back
That's that work of m.o.p.
Who we be？ firing squad of 11233
Clack clack!
Whole clips in your back
That's thug style
Turning a small section of brooklyn
Into the ok corral
Now, news flash
Razorfied lead
One grazed ted
Two paralyzed
Three dead
Gunmen fled the scenery
With heavy automatic machinery
Niggas ain't got nothing to lose
And yo it seems to be
Ill nigga
Kill or be killed
In the 'ville nigga
All up and down mother gaston
They blasting steel
Blow your stacks and chips
In ac's with rims
We be living good
With a mac and black tims
Keep this in mind
And they might not find you in the river
With the next guy
That fly shit that brownsville deliver, nigga
9.Salute
Uhh, uhh...
Uhh, uhh...
M.o.p. in the house kid
Blau! you knowhatimsayin, check this out
Lil fame's a trigga nigga
Billy danze a trigga nigga
Aight？ keepin it real
Brownsville still nigga
Lil fame, a young ass nigga wit talent
Thug that move silent, but still remain violent
The brownsville slugger take the m-1 it's truth
General of this hit game, clak, clak, salute
Billy danze, index finger exerciser
Bell ringer, gun slinger, survivor
Raise your right and i'll blaze the living proof
The godfather to truth, clak, clak, salute
Since we came here we got to show and prove
The m.o.p. is rugged never smooth
We tearin this shit down just like construction
Flip like kilos, with this primo production
No doubt, hit 'em wit that hilltop flavor
Hardcore niggas on your doorstep neighbor
And this year, here, niggas can't compare
Spectators, haters, cuz we're fuckin with premier
Fillin 'em up wit raps in fact they can't get wit
A code red, the dope shit, got you niggas addicted
Mr. danzenie and the fame stayin true to this game
Since you nice was that hip hop gangsta
M.o.p. guranteed to keep bringin this dopeness
For the real thugs and ghetto niggas slingin toasters
On all coastses, north to south, east to west
Got high clientele for shit you least expect
M.o.p. from the hill kid, what you tryin to tell me
Still grippin mo' steel, a machine gun deli
I mention, and flinching, and waitin for you to duck the gate
And sellin shit that i won't tolerate
Wsup？! my whole team's in the house
The gat is 1 5 4 5 not four 5's in your fucking mouth
Same ones, burner on blaze
Fuck a memory, y'all remember me for bustin my thang...
10.World Famous
'world... world... world... world...'
Whattup？ aight？
Whattup whattup whattup niggy？
It's the world's famous (m.o.p.) firing squad
(is home team in the motherfuckin house？) no question!
＊repeat 2x＊
It's the world's famous (m.o.p.) doin our thang
Recruitin and salutin real niggaz like wu bang (salute!)
Billy danze, hard to notice when i'm mellow
Makin moves smoother than jimmy fingers in good-fellow
Never gassed to do, what i have to do
Splashin you, blastin you, takin your stash from you
Internat-ional, bell ringa ruckus bringa
(downtown swinga) exercisin my index finga
Sayin 'whassup？' to the people that though we'd desert em
'hardcore' was raw but we got more to hurt em
Firing squad all up in your district (last album was foul)
But yet some missed it, bet they gon' get with this shit
(who's in the house？) it's the last generation
Real ill niggaz from the field you'll be facin
Ninety-six flavor for your neighbor, how ya like us now？
(bucka-bucka-bla-blucka-bla-blucka-bucka-blaow!)
It's the world's famous (m.o.p.) firing squad
(is home team in the motherfuckin house？) no question!
＊repeat 2x＊
Bust it, who stepped out the woodworks and give
Villains vietnam flashbacks of doin all that hood dirt
The m (blaow) o (blaow) p still bangin
What's strange ain't nuttin changed, them bells still rangin
You wanna be drug dealing, fuck killing, wack rappers are foul
And plus that shit you talk is out of bounds
Ask yourself is you ready for action packed in
Gettin blasted with your whole ribcage crashed in
I'm outspoken, niggaz language is broken
Record labels need to stop that wack shit they be promotin
See me knowin me g i drop physical science
This lethal rap appliance'll fuck up your whole alliance
This is the way we bring things, check out how we swing things
M.o.p. be having shit jumping way up in sing-sing
A new star is born, peace to teflon
I'ma blow up the east when we release the bomb
It's the world's famous (m.o.p.) firing squad
(is home team in the motherfuckin house？) no question!
＊repeat 2x＊
It's the world's famous (m.o.p.) firing squad
(is home team in the motherfuckin house？) no question!
＊repeat 2x＊
Same niggaz got my back and
Still blue steel we're packin
Same hardcore raps and
Still focused on makin it happen, whattup？
They wanna see us
Tell em hold on
M.o.p. is back and, that's one to grow on
The four pound move, rugged rounds that down fools
Rough enough to make the whole fuckin ground move
Representin and it ain't playin war games
With nuttin to lose
I put him on snooze and blow out his brains
(lil' fame!) kick back and watch how it go down
We here so beware, prepare for the throwdown
Crooklyn crooks, is the ones that blew em
We live in it so i'ma give it to em
Bring it to em raw (that's how you bring it)
Bring it to em raw (let the real nigga swing it)
Bring it to em raw
Give it to em ruff rugged and fat
Where you at？
Where you at？
Where you at？
Where you at？
It's the world's famous (m.o.p.) firing squad
(is home team in the motherfuckin house？) no question!
＊repeat 2x＊
It's the world's famous (m.o.p.) firing squad
(is home team in the motherfuckin house？) no question!
＊repeat 2x＊
11.Downtown Swinga 96
Billy danze：
A yo what up sport, guess who back on the scene
The human being cannon with the infrared beam
Before the song move on i'm lettin you know
I'm still in the ville and i'm still lettin it go
So yo, crews with your official rap dues
Got genovese sayin who the fuck is that dude
The family
Its m.o.p.
The world famous d-a-n-z-inie
Usde your lethal and a swift
Never the game, cause game is partially gift, but partially lame
Bringin back, hardcore raps to the atmosphere
Me and my man makin hits with premier
You faggots ain't doin it right,
So here's the ？？？ from the firing squad!, we're trigga nigga
stripes
I'm fishin the breeze but please, believe when you come, come
right
My niggas is tight downtown swinga!
Chorus
I'm international!
Bell ringin
International!
Downtown swingin
I'm international!
Bell ringin
International!
Downtown swingin
Lil' fame
Crooklyn!
Thats where it happen at nigga
True, bonafied thoroughbred hilfigga
Code name! fizzy womack
Breakin shakles,tackle yo ass like bo jack
Its goin down i'm feelin it, thrilin it killin it its over!
One soldier that moves militant
Its lil fame ？？？？？
So when i die make sure you bury me with a cassette of to tha
death
Its time to face you, lace you!, erase you,
The movement of my finger make them hollow points chase you
I'm international!
Bell ringin
International!
Downtown swingin, comin to bust gats
When i bust raps i keep heads bobbin'
Doin this for crooklyn mobbin and robbin
Strugglin, slingin that crack rock
Jugglin, keepin then crack spots bubblin
Downtown swinga!
Chorus
Lil fame：
I'm ready wiling and i'm able
Records run worldwide like cable
With rough sales to shut down your whole record label
Commin at this whole industry and wouldn't give a fuck if you're
platinum
M.o.p commin at them!
Makin soloist acts and rap crews retire
We bring it to em raw and my squad start to fire
Its a gunman's festival
Still turnin all fools to vegetables
You fuckin wit professionals
Billy danze：
My people desire the line of fire, kid its to options
You either get the fuck up out of dodge or get to poppin
I'm stoppin herbs from rockin, fake hip hoppin
Gangster boy boppin is fuckin up the game
I and fame
Claim
Downtown is on
The underworlds pearls settin on the throne
Its on!, and you niggas be killin me
Facin relativity you can see the downtown swingas!
12.Lifestyles Of A Ghetto Child
'lifesyles of a ghetto child'
'life-, li-, life-, lifestyles, lifestyles of a ghetto,
'lifestyles of a ghetto child'
'life-, li-, life-, lifestyles, lifestyles, of a ghetto,
'lifestyles of a ghetto child'
'life-, li-, life-, lifestyles, lifestyles of a ghetto,
'lifestyles of a ghetto child'
Watch your back
Yo kid it's on
Somebody gon get whet up, does this look like a set up？
Get down, hit the ground, goddamnn, my gun jammed
Why the hill street blues make me refuse to leave my man
Down the stairs, get pacino and bees and more toast
They gettin close, blau! nigga larry, clak, clak!
These niggas, blau, blau, blau, blau, blau!! should be buried
I'm going to get some more ammunition so we can continue this
mission
Take 'em down, soon as you hit the dough, let your shit go
I figured that them young punks was scheming from the get go
Blau! kill that noise, yeah
Let's motivate
That's how it is when it's time to roll
M.o.p.! home never fold
You know the man gon be waitin, dip in the building
Them chumps are comin fast, nigga dip in the building
Hit the hazard and bear last
the law
Five - o comin it's us, let us in nigga
Lock the door, cut them lights off
is at
'lifestyles of a ghetto child'
13.Revolution
14.Illside Of Town
Hook 4x：
In the illside of town where they...
Murder niggas
Get down for your crown
Murder, murder motherfuckers
Some kinda way every day the passion for bustin your crater
In the, 'ghetto' where trigga fingers usually itchin
Here is where i leave for war in the dump, like richie rich
New occupation still my niggas feel they facin death
We're jumpin on decks, with the jumpers at the tire
Blau! bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bu- bucka, rapid fire
Now, let the preacher preach
There's a lesson that need to be taught, and look who i brought
to teach
I pack fifteen in my 45, pick up niggas wit size
Whet up the wildest survive
Wack crews will see m.o.p. is the livest
Downtown swingin, index finger exercisers
I know you wanna live, i'd rather see you torn
Out the frame, bill and lil fame will still stand
I'm thinkin of a master plan to lace your man
What make you think that you can fuck with billy danze
I'll 4-4 'em, flow 'em, blow 'em to show 'em
That we don't give a fuck about that nigga we don't know 'wm in
the
Hook
Take 'em down
You know my face i'm from the place wit two pounds
And trey pounds, and four pounds kill, for brownsville
You know my face i'm from the place wit two pounds
And trey pounds, and four pounds kill, for brownsville
You got drug dealers, gun holders, street rollers
Young bitches wit attitudes pushing baby strollers
Deceased or in jail for splittin niggas cabbages
The characters that's left still the same fellas
But it's like that, aint that right black
When my enemies strike, it's only right that i strike back
Here in crooklyn it's trife
Criminals out to take everything from your jewels to your life
Cops roll up on you son, got bodies on your gun
Caught up in some shit that your moms always warned you from
See she won't understand that it's in the environment
That's why these trigga happy niggas keep firing
I aint just fall into no grave
If i gotta get bodied, it gotta be goin out in a blaze
I'm fazed, whether it's him or me goin down
No matter the repercussions m.o.p. hold it down in the...
Hook
15.Nothing 2 Lose
Hook：
Every day is test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews
Kid i aint got nothing 2 lose
There comes a time in your life that get trife
And you're forced to pay dues
Kid i aint got nothing 2 lose
Every day is a test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews
Kid i aint got nothing 2 lose
I seen it all and can't afford to fall so for all wack crews
Kid i aint got nothing 2 lose
What i got to lose when my pops is gone
So many of my peeps died that my heart been torn
Too much pressure, stress ya, that's why i'm a young ass man
Grippin the trigga and not afraid to let my gun blast
My bitch rather die than snake, that is some snake shit to shoot
'em
Real niggas that know they must salute 'em
I try to hold my head, and keep on losing my grip
But things aint legit, my moms passed that shit
Here i am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a material world
Controlled by cash and gold
Criminals schemin if they aint servin ya, they herbin ya
But i keep heat, cuz the streets told me to murder ya
I got some shit in the stash for your ass
That'll make a mathematician need a computer for the aftermath
Since you wake it's too scary g, but it don't worry me
Always wonderin if some fool out plottin to bury me
Hook
Kid i aint got nothing 2 lose, you know the hill street blues
Make my people wanna flip, and fade they clips to eat
See we wit nothing to prove have nothing 2 lose
Never let a chump step on your black leather shoes
I see my guns'll rip, slain in the massacre
To the death nigga, point blank range
Trained to aim, got my top slugs at your brain
Life don't really mean nothing
How could you think about the next day the way these niggas be
bustin
You crazy, goin out, and i'll blaze the trupor
Now let them hollow point slugs make you jump in the field
Where it's real, we still walk up and dump, nigga
Hook
So my man, if you can understand the shit that we sent you
It's from the government set ups and shit that we been through
It's ghetto education, simple and plain
Some facts that keep me aware and ahead of the game
If the ghetto mentality keep you wildin g, then i aint mad at ya
Still hittin for my people in clinton and attica
The code of the street is to get deep
And to let 'em know you lettin go your heat, salute
Hook
16.Dedication
17.Dead ＆ Gone(Battle Version)
Intro：
Firing squad...to the death
Hook：
When i'm dead and gone, you won't be alone
When i'm dead and gone
Verse 1：
O.g. boom bang (that's my nigga), that's right
I told you knuckle build with skil, love you after life
And since your death, everythings changed
The family ain't the same, shit seems strange
I started beef with you, use to eat with you
Sleep with you, creep with you, i got use to seeing you
But i ain't smashed up, i ain't mad at cha
I know some day we all all gonna be up in that pasture
But anyway, we finally got some ends
Princess imani will be blessed with them diamonds and gems
Just like we always planned, so salute, to ya troop
Tribute from your man billy danz i love you
Hook：
When we get there you won't be alone, when i'm dead and gone
Verse 2：
Yo, the whole scenery is packed in, people dressed in black and
The whole place is flooded with tears, i'm surrounded by my
peers
There i lay, day after day has been a struggle for the man
But when i'm put six feet under, will my son understand？
This is some, ill shit, that we deal with, because
Caps get pealed quick, and we be dealin' with some real shit
It's like a universal cycle, i'm a disciple
You could be left not breathing even if you walking with your
bible
So when m body hit that soil and sinkin'
I'm gonna be lookin' right over my son, even when i'm dead and
stinkin'
A legacy is left behind, for mine
So he can stay strong, so that he can move on, when i'm dead and
gone
Hook：
The way the world is going it won't be too long, when i'm dead
and gone
I'm on my way home
Just give it up, just give it up, just give it up
Verse 3：
So kid, don't think you alone, when your daddy's all gone
Cause i won' be resting in peace till i see you grown
Carry on, nothing else could come above you
You best believe i love you, i wouldn't of brought you in this
world of
Struggle
There's only two places to go, heaven or hell, well only god
alone
Will know, where i dwell, so stay tight, keep your head right
It'll be alright, you'll never be alone, when i'm dead and gone
I be amoungst the fallen members of my family tree
(baby boy brimmer) and my man spuds mckenzy
Princly roy and big mal, lameef caught a beat
A cat with that danzine smile
After i stopped breathing, i ain't leavin', cause i belive in
Achievin' goals, through spiritial soul (remember)
Death is just a heart beat away
And if you live by the gun, you gonna die by the gun i love you
Hook：
When i'm dead and gone, when i'm dead and gone
The way this world is going it won't be to long
I'm on my way home
Just give it up, just give it up, just give it
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