1.Billy Skit
2.Breakin' The Rules
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 ？6
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!
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
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!
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 ＊echoes＊ yeah
＊echoes.
＊beat to fade＊
3.4 Alarm Blaze
Seventy-five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get killed
This is the place where paranoya
Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyers
We're losin' it
Four fives and knives we be movin' wit
Caught up in the things that the street game confused you wit
We're provin' it
Let it be known if retaliation
Home-skillet - it's on
That rap nigga bust a cap nigga flat nigga
Open up your back nigga rosewood black nigga
First family gone brawl
It's president's resident, and i'm the first dog
You know the m.o.p status
In the history of crime and rap we some the baddest
Word to the mommy, any fool try me
Get hit wit the lami, fuck giuliani
Chorus - teflon and lil' fame： 2x
It's a 4 alarm blaze
Everybody post up next to the stage
Come on
You're all welcome to hell's roadway
First family style
Buck ass wild
What ya say
Get ya man on the jack soldier, grip your mac soldier
First family - we're back soldier
And we have swam through the brownsville sewers
The last on the line of our kind crime do'ers
Burkowitz mob style
Spit fire from my hammer like i wasn't god's child
Crucify me - but don't deny me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and i'll pop shots like i'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are unnoticable
I've noticed a few niggas wantin' my head
Used my smarts and my secret all are firin' lead (fire ya lead)
With all intentions of droppin' a body
I'm usually nervous so i'm flinchin' when i enter the party
The brownsville nectar
That bullshit
Just when you thought it was safe i flipped and hit m wit more
shit
Chorus 2x：
Introducin' the best kept secret
It's no sweet shit i sleep wit green beret
Blaze enemies frequent
I speak wit authority
(black) perhaps through four to be
Cap quarterly blazed till it's quiet and orderly
The gunsmoke make son soak
The smoke run through the barrel until the gun choke
Raised cold-hearted and deadly
Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and jewels old-timer done fed
me
Keep my grip steady
Squeeze till they drop off
Make sure all other guns are popped off as heavy
Blowin some high-tech shit
Through your projects
Makin' whatever was in my way easy to di-tect
I wrecks guys
Over money gone saratoga son be in a columbian necktie
We don't respects by
Half-ass niggas
Blast niggas
Gas niggas who won't blast
The sect die
All：2x
Just when you thought it was safe
The mashed out posse hit you off wit another taste
Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh (uh ) uh (uh)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuck
Two asked quick for bastards to step to
Leave wounds too drastic for rescue
When i rock jewels it ain't to impress you
What the fuck niggas commentin on my shit fo'
I'm real - how you think i got rich ho？
Pack steel - ain't afraid to let a clip go
I got enough paper to get low
Come back when the shit blow over get the dough over
Huh wit the rover snatch the gat from the clip holder
Rip through ya shoulder bitch it's jay-hovah
I'm too right wit it, too tight wit it
You light witted but if you're feel ya nice nigga spit it
Who am i？
Jay-z motherfucker
Do or die
In brownsville motherfucker
Blocka, rocka, m.o.p collabo
Front on us and gats blow ya know？
Chorus： 2x
Motherfucker
4.Blood Sweat And Tears
Yo
Yo c'mon son
Yo they killin em out there son
They dyin out there son, word up
Yo they killin us son, i'm tellin you
Y'all niggas c'mon that's my word
Y'all better c'mon
Yo wake up son
They dyin son
Yo, c'mon nigga, wake up
C'mon
It took me 24 years to figure out what makes this world go round
It's not man holding ground with dope sound
We gots to ask
Why do you feel that a meal can make you ill
When you know that broke bill can still
See right through your plastic ass
Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busy
Before death left, and fame had his way
The town： brownsville
The place： the ill
Follow the trail of resh blood drips you'll end up on my bricks
The marks：
Home of the warrior thrown home
Our true thugs that's dead and gone
In the hills most effective chrome
Return to these graves
Showin youngsters what i'm facin
Cause we had trouble
We been strugglin since single shot gauges
That's straight ghetto bad luck
But, i done passed up more shit
Than you may ever touch
What, we on sacred grounds
Without the guidance of our fathers
All we know is how to double clutch revolvers
Me and my own staff flaunt a different path
I'm tryin to dip shit minus in your highness
The finest of kickin half
Honest to god, i'm layin down my card
It's been hard, for too many years
Blood sweat and tears
These 3 words
(man got somethin to say)
Blood, sweat, tears
(mop family)
These 3 words
(we went to the death, we knew he was dead and gone)
Blood, sweat, tears
(we comin all the way from new york city, hear me out)
These 3 words
Blood, sweat, tears
These 3 words
Blood, sweat, tears
Go head nigga
A whole lot changed since my brother left
(i can feel you baby)
And since my mother's death
(i can feel you baby)
But as time past, i could see my life flash
Leavin the body and there's no breath
(i can feel ya)
I chose not to let my beretta swing
Cause i'm a veteran
And i'm livin for the better things
It's cold-hearted b
Check the majority of blacks
They slingin crack, livin in poverty
(true life testament)
What you gotta do is live what your life give
And make the best of it
(try to see the rest of it)
Cause you could easily fall victim to these streets
And death's most definate
(blood)
Is for the brothers that died
The mothers that cried
The brothers that tried
All we do is
(sweat)
Steady puttin to work
Handling dirt
Holding your turf
We all shed
(tears)
For the loved ones
The thug ones
And all deceased peers
And while these other cats play hard
Im'a praise god
And thank god that i'm here
Blood sweat and tears
These 3 words
(til the break of dawn)
Blood, sweat, tears
(birella)
These 3 words
(til the break of dawn)
Blood, sweat, tears
(21 gun salute)
Ghetto nigga
Street nigga
House nigga
We all niggas
Black on black crime cause niggas drop dimes
You put down yours
But im'a keep mine
Im'a keep mine nigga
Uncle sam don't drop his shit for nobody
So nobody gonna take my shit from me
So while you house niggas is fighting for the limelight
I be down here with my niggas
Underground
Dirty
Holdin mine
House nigga
Blood sweat and tears
Blood, sweat, tears
These 3 words
Blood, sweat, tears
5.Down 4 Whateva
Brooklyn! uh, yeah! now, check this shit out
Verse one：o.c.
Now check this motherfucking capo right here
Mash out posse slash o.c. come together like a glock and a clip
We gon' jam when its time to blast!
Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in your ass
We done played the background, ay-yo all my peops
I'm naming names, fuck it, it's on
I'm taking it back to some brooklyn shit
With this ten-man clique
Who don't know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hit
And if you ever think it can't happen to you
You might just end up in the east river with some bale-ass shoes
I ain't playin no more, i'm gonna bring it to your ass raw
I flipped the word around, nigga, this means war
Yo, fuck that, brooklyn's on the map forever
To billy and fame, i hope you niggaz down for whatever
With mike, go get the guns when its time to shoot
To brooklyn i give a 21-gun salute
(come on)
Chorus：
Flatbush ＊cut and scratched＊
,crown heights-- 'thought i'd remind y'all'
Brownsville ＊cut and scratched＊ (firing squad)
'thought i'd remind y'all' ＊scratching＊
Bushwick ＊cut and scratched＊ '(see i) thought i'd remind y'all'
？？ ＊cut and scratched＊
,east new york-- 'thought i'd remind y'all'
Verse two： lil' fame
I used to roll 'em, this is a holdup
Make em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole
shit swole
Up
This game ain't changed cause i became a rapping dude
I'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude
(try to act rude) play the mascott
With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got
Clap, shot the body, i'm keeping it real
That cartoon ass nigga thought he was king of the hill
That whole shit was animation, immitation
When i shipped that ass on out, like immigration
Ways of emancipation, proclamation
Constitutional rights, the last generation
Your facin, m.o.p., o.g.'s
Flippin this track with o.c.
Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for brooklyn, nigga!
Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga!
Chorus
Verse three： billy danze
Hot damn! danze shot your head
Full cooperation, i'm taking donations, ante up the bread
(clap, clap!) you got that fat while we were gone
So the balance that i wrote like ？？？, we're taking on
Put the rest of that shit in the bag
I would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don't make me mad
(here we go again!) you ain't known, i control my destiny
I only got love for the thugs that's next to me
(who that？) berkuance, soldier, i'm ill
＊pause＊ i told ya, i'm real!
And i've been doing a double danly
Everyone ？from my crew is sayin？ (daddy, don't fail me)
Hold on, the way that i jettin my foes may never be even
I'm one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in
(life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping
(at 24-years old) my only goal is too keep breathing
＊scratching＊ --brooklyn-- 'thought i'd remind y'all'
6.Facing Off
Come on, come on
Rap dudes, let's rap
Rap dudes
Yeah, (laughing)
Yeah, come on motherfucka
Yea i gave ya a hour nigga
But now i want my shit back
Bring it to ya ass
Fizzy wo mack, l.a.
I'm a continue to bring it to ya ass
Motherfucka
Welcome me back bitch nigga, it's the rapper dude (slash)
No actor dude (brownsville), snap a dude
You listen to gun shots pop, it's murder capitol
We all for one boy, where them young boys clappin you
And thugs hold the fort down tight, they bust back at you
Another nigga drop, tryin to stop drug traffic dude
B-boy's employed decoys, just to trap a fool
Any and every individual, this can happen too
We move on niggas, rip two's on niggas
Cuz ain't no tellin what them fellas about
I remain in the cut, comprehendin ya doubts
Back up off me, soft me, spit ten then i'm out
Silly motherfuckas gettin carried away
But they fuck around with fame and get carried away
Cuz i'm a nigga of the earth, nigga of sea
Nigga of the sky, the fire, m.o.p.
I'm a front big willie, like i'm runnin this game
What i can play, lil fame like a mothafucka
Say why ya rollin, i'm patrolin, man god on steel
Who the fuck you think you are nigga？ ron o'neal？ (fuck outta
here)
All i really need is respect, that's what i'm mention for
(bitch)
What you inchin for (clack clack), what ya flinchin fo？
And when it jump off don't ask did he know
Because he knows who the fuck i am, fizzy woe
Magnificent, baby
Firing squad
One of a kind nigga, top of the line niggas, divine niggas
illest
My niggas
You know my steez nigga, you know my steez
M.o.p., fizzy woe
Yo i'm a brownsville native junior, i'm talkin born and raised
That's where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze
(first family) suffer for days (come on)
And we inheritin them criminal ways
I survive with a fist full of hopes and dreams
And a hand full of niggas that i call upon team
By the time i was thirteen (thirteen)
I got myself a 318 and startin makin moves baby
It's like i told ya boy, my environment put me on front line
(soldier boy) rapid fire the greatest of all time
We 'em dance, waitin for shaq to get back (welcome home my
nigga)
I done made plans - 96% of this world don't know i exist;
That's why my point is gettin missed
I walks with my brother mike sone, as i stroll thru the ghetto
And the sun is like the wind beneath my wings like zeros
Nigga
Ha ha
＊several alarms heard＊
7.My Kinda Nigga Part Ii
Holler the fuck out. henny up. yo, fox, you know how it goes,
with
Hydro. uh, uh, uh...
Some niggas done betrayed me in the worst way, what the fuck？
I pray for their day, no luck
They cobras, and they die, fame, no what？
To many bitch niggas in the game, hold up
I layed low and i heard things, and i, watched how niggas
changed
Niggas, actin like they feelin my pain, bitches! really
And lookin at me strange, what the deally？
All or nothin, why i'm in this
But i'm the kind of nigga thats gon handle my business!
Fuck the fake friendships and the second chances
I got love for true soldiers, the bill danze's
Jokers, talk slick, but i ain't really hearin em
Niggas, fake shit, but i'm, well aware
My kind, no doubt, ya know i'ma take care of em
And i ain't hard to find, holler out, i'm right here for em
Chorus：
Billy danze： so where we at？ (in your business)
Where？ (in your business)
Yeah (let them niggas know what this is)
Lil' fame： i send my goons at to get ya
Hit ya, and take them new jacks down with ya
M.o.p.： my kinda nigga!
＊repeat＊
There's no way nigga's love rap, everybody loves slap
Thug cats, baby girl, ever seen a thug rap？
Nothin smooth about these motherfuckin rough rats
With potholes in em, fuck around and lose a hubcap
I represent broke niggas pushin bamma's
Still got their shit chromed-out with the hammers
(my kinda nigga part two) ain't nobody seein em
M.o.p. and em, heather b and em
Ain't nothing changed, i'm still in the street with niggas
I'm still a corner store hero eatin nigga
These brooklyn cats will whack your ass
And them new jersey cats will carjack your ass
My niggas! fly niggas! live!
Don't try! do or die niggas!
With iron we keep em expirin with the firing squad
Still firing hard (my kinda nigga)
Chorus
Let's put this motherfucking shit in order
Everybody face me, this won't take long
I'm callin y'all, to see if you're ready to rock
I'm warning y'all, i'm billy, i'm ready to pop
(stop) before they lay your body on ice
I'll a make an ugly and this motherfucker soldier be nice
I been through a lot of trials, gunnin down for mine
Top of the line ？growls？ poppin rounds for mine
(watch em work) that's right, notice what i'm workin with
The hell-raising, gun-blazin berkuance
Hurt you with new school flavor, supported by old school jewlels
(dominated) by true school rules
Faggot, do you have it？ look i'm ？fakin？ escape
Before i go, i need to know if my niggas is straight
(hold me down) who that？
(first fam) where you at？
(in the back) ready to attack, that's my kinda nigga!
Chorus
Ha-ha-ha. firing squad, nigga. to the life!
8.I Luv
Aaaaaaaaah!
Chorus：freddie foxxx
What's mine's i love, and i fight, push to shove
？hand to hand？, but you can't stop the love
You push to impress, and i leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that i bless, no quest'
＊repeat＊
Can't stop the love! i know you sayin i'ma young nigga
Don't get it fucked up cause i move with them thug niggas
From old ？ to life we straight sparkin light
Bring light to the darkest nights
(m) blast (o) blast, p in your area
Make a move and them cats might bury ya
Now that your trapped and your fuckin with thugs
Let me tell your punk ass what i love
I love to see motherfuckers, that show no love
And start speakin out like a bitch when you catch em in the club
I love, when a slug cat shut down
And then try to post up when they damn near cut his ass down
I love, trying to reach all parts of the map
On a ninja, with a big buddha bitch on a back
I love, cats that rap and still drip checks
Like your man lil' fame, bill danze and triple x
Chorus
Aiyyo, you know what i love (what's that？)
It's when motherfuckers assume
That they ass can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon
I got the balls to come through your walls, like (boooom!)
Have an orgasm every time i clear the fuckin room
(niggas is gone) nah, not just yet
I need to see you son of a bitches sweat
(i love) what i got, son, my shit is prop', son
With prem' in the drivin seat and freddie foxxx ridin shotgun
(stop son!) here is the ultimate
Somethin i love is when thugs be bumpin my shit
(i love) niggas with heat, (i love) niggas that's deep
Niggas that regulate the streets (sho' nuff)
Mic blessin, smith and wessun caressin
(first family) with the desert storm impression
The lesson： i advise if your not ready to ride
On the homicide side, nigga slide
Chorus
I love beats that are hardcore, dirty and raw
I love takin niggas burners when they scared to draw
I love plottin on my enemies, i love to attack
I love beatin niggas down when they rhymes is whack
I love seeing emcees struggle to make
Themselves something that us real niggas love to hate
It's too late, i love my ninas and i love my ？fours？
Blowin holes through the project doors in ？knive wars？, nigga
I love the feeling, and the rush that i get
From ？sam？ run the rolex watch with the diamond begets
I love, how my life was intact without a deal
How i kept the newest chromes on my automobile
I love the fact that rappers make the dough, without a flow
Soft niggas, that i stain, like piss in the snow
I love the fact that i survived through the roughest of times
And break the mic when i want, with the roughest of rhymes
Its a luxury to see me emcee
Its so hard, this lyrical brutality, feed's a nigga's mentality
I love, when you niggas claim to be great
Knowin your mob ain't never lettin shit, what the fuck is this？
Niggas bustin shots on new york, i get my vest on
Twenty rhyme clips in my mic, i get my bless on
Loan soldier standin on the front line, i fear none
Excuses that you give me for your lyrics, i hear none
You niggs ain't no real emcee's
You sam goody ass niggas can't write without suckin down trees
So i love, laughin at you niggas, while you clappin at me
I split your head shot from your man, while he's slappin at me
I feel the hits from your rounds
Your hollowpoints make a nigga wobble, but i won't fall down
＊echoes＊
Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, come on!
Chorus
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, for all them sucka ass niggas that don't
know, when
I crawl up out the whole, and i got m.o.p. with me, baby, ain't
nowhere
You can run (to the life) ain't nowhere you can hide. with hot
slugs at
Both sides. split your back open wide. niggas from the east side
9.Salute Part Ii
'yeah, they talkin about rap.'
'we don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin
about.
It's not about college or what you read in a newspaper or
magazine. its
Hear its reality, this is our nature. its how we live.'
Now everybody on earth wanna rap, we burnt all of that
Knocked off the game, and cold broke is spat
Gang starr, will billy danze and big slap
Word to laze, big schools and big gats
You didn't whip it right so pick up the pace
Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place
Word to hiphop, plus a crib that's laced
Primo's breaks, activate the mental, that's all
We got credentials galore, fuck a small vending tour
Yet, still, i be at the around-the-way spots
Near where niggas be slinging innocent get hit by straight shots
And brave cops, protect the community
While corrupt cops, be harrasing you and me
Pullin me over, in front of the crib, in front of my neighbors
Askin for favors, here's a cassette and why you
Question my behavior？
Pursuing me, trying to catch me off quard
I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars
I don't care what these beats my do
We'll sun you, plus i see right through
Its way it means to me and m.o.p.
Just to get a rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga, salute!
Chorus：
Holdin it down ----＞ billy danze
Phony ass rappers ----＞ guru
Dead serious ----＞ ？？
Finish em ----＞ lil' fame
(is this hiphop) hell no this is war ----＞ billy danze
Heavy artillery, in my vicinty ----＞ lil' fame
＊repeat, change 5th line to： m.o.p.＊
Aiyyo, the game's called surivival ＊echoes＊ i admit
As a soldier, i've done a lot of shit
To the so-called tough dude, i ain't mad at you
But i wish i wouldn't of had to do the shit i had to do
It's true, i would jump up in a bamma
And travle miles of road to unload this hammer
(and i) notice ？colors？ when they glance
At the baby boy of haddy and frank danze
I won't stress the blazin
But i will think about what size slug best for the occasion
(it's so amazin) ？？？？ pop shit
Like windy williams till you fuckers bury me
(who we be!) what, what's wrong, nigga？
(first family) come, come on, nigga!
(ain't nothin cute) my niggas is ready to shoot
For the love of the first family thugs, salute!
Chorus
Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this
M.o.p., gang starr (damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit
Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit
I used to go to jams, and drop grammar
Before i left niggas told me (boy take your hammer!)
Sure nuff, shit got rowdy
Dumped off my first clip at a house party
I love this rap shit, though, the love is clear
But fuck the parties, my nigga, i lost a brother there
Only if i'm gettin paid (that's right)
And the shit gon' benefit the trade
I snatch a mic, turn it out, bad
Even have you smooth niggas fuckin up yours shoes and your
outfit
I be, the brownsville slugger (signing out)
Act like you know what i'm about, salute!
Chorus
＊premier scratches to fade＊
10.Ride With Us
Firing squad nigga
Firing squad!
Uh, first family
Top notch nigga
Bd, uh
I used to have so much confidence in myself
But now my game is changed and my pain's been felt
My hand's been dealt, but it was a missed deal
And words won't express the way a man william feel
I came up with them thugs, i grew up in that mud
Got my hands covered in blood, to stay above
The world (to see a better day)
Please my children need, and i can't find a fuckin way
What can i say, i'ma stressed ghetto soldier
I'm shell shocked from a back block off saratoga
Remember what i told ya, i'm thirsty now
In fact i feel like everybody's out to hurt me now
Roll wit me now, am i the only cat that never see the
M slash o dash p on your tv and the
Industry keep fucking wit me
So i brought my cousins wit me
＞from now on they gon be thuggin wit me
Eyes and ears nigga, blunts and beers nigga
For months and years it been blood, sweat and tears
Nigga, raise your metal for firing squad royalty
First family, royalty, holla!
Chorus 2x： fame and bill danze
How many niggas plan to ride wit us (ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us (die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck !! ha ha!
This is only the beginning, you aint know one was comin
Stand face to me, no more runnin
Back from hell, the dramatic, automatic
Rap track flippin acrobatic
Yo we been in this game for damn near a whole decade
To the death, til the firng squad, cop the next tape
Brownsville slugger, knucka up in the house
Had a rumble with the grim reaper, knuckled it out
This aint for you big willies, this is for my small paws
Thuggin, wit guns in they draws
Go against the grain, break all laws
And keep a bitch wit him, wit drugs in her bra
Brooklyn, brainiest, blast
Aint nothing changed since that nigga been past
Sound, pound, make you wanna bark
Specialized by firing squad, the underdogs, c'mon!
Chorus 2x
(it's the firing squad assassins)
Ghetto blastin
Operation ran by your man toucan dance for thug fashion
(criminal passion) top of the line
It's unneccessary, buries, but we still manage to shine
(take a life son) fuck that!
You know the verdict your only a soldier duke but don't get
murdered
You heard i was, raised with the elements
It's william, and if you feel him then don't fuck with my
intelligence
I'm from the ville, (that's home)
I holds my own being that my father's reflection have connected
and roam
Blow 'em and check 'em wit chrome, have ya heard of me
I heard you wanna hit me, split me, murder me
So i, regulate, designate, demonstrate
Blow back you fools wit tools, set 'em straight
What you want nigga, hah, what it's gon be
I'ma be leavin you leakin with clip in the palmy
I'ma son of a gun, a automatic 4 5th
Gun shots let off for my dogs, leave your boy stiff
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Play a part 'fore you fuck around and start a war here
(we bust back) collapse, i'm rated r
Bringin it real strong cuz you niggas still gon hit me pa
Y'all want me, come find me motherfucker
Chorus 2x
Heh heh, how many niggas
Ride wit us
Can you ride
Firing squad nigga
Yeah! wit us!
First family, murder
Top notch nigga
You know the rules of the motherfucking game
C'mon!
11.Handle Ur Bizness
Check, check, check
Chorus：
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Billy danze：handle your business
Can't get your grip
M.o.p： can i get a witness？!
Lil' fame： ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Grip your steel
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Billy danze： handle your business
Can't get your grip
M.o.p： can i get a witness？!
Lil' fame： ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Back out your steel
Rah＊echoes＊
Verse one： lil' fame
What the rawdog feelin？
An author like, terry mcmillan
The cat that, maniac
My fam dark as death in less than a minute
(the world stop spinnin)
The rapid firing squad
Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill)
Loud wires and bombs, firing arms
Look, we all for it
Its the dutch burning herbalice
Gallon drinkin alcoholics
Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out
Kept it real ever since the first jam came out
First family turned this whole rap game out
Sheisty individuals, tryin to wipe my name out
But they don't fuck around cause they know i back that thing out
And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out
And in the myst of black, kid i'ma try to wipe they name out
And keep on dubbin till i break a fucking spring out
Chorus
Verse two： billy danze
You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did)
Who that？ the '87 stick up kids (we're back!)
I'm hopin that your focused on the side
Cause frontin on me and my, mad niggaz die
Is this hiphop？ hell no, this is war
I've been trying to tell you that since ？ rocked some hardcore
You don't listen. see, gee
I'm on a mission. look, be
They gonna find your ass missing
Ever since me and fame came, we maintained
A strange, but a strong game
(that can't change!)
The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin
Those that ain't matchin my fashion i'm mashin
(retality's real) fatality's ill
When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal
(clap, clap) get your gat
(buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck
back
Chorus
Verse three：
Lil' fame： face mine cause i'm here
Dog its' all clear
Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare
Then the wanna doubt the kid
Who analyze this whole fucking shit？
Trying to make somethin out of it
Explode quicker than landmines
M.o.p. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides
Bump this in your lex coupe
Or your lex hoop
Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute
(the crew)
Billy danze： how many niggas runnin with me？ ＊pause＊ (this few)
A hundred niggaz gunnin with me ＊pause＊ (to shoot)
Firing squad, draw blood on the enemy
At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty
Ain't nothing but the thugs
Slangin out hollow slugs
(nigga), anti-love keepin it real (thug, let em slide today)
I'm known best for leavin em stretchin like doc holliday
Salute! ＊main beat stops, baseline continues＊
＊beat comes back in＊
12.Fly Nigga Hill Figga
13.What The Future Holds
A big city baby
Time to bend on some shit
Yall people dont understand
That shit is real out here
Im a tell yall a story
Now this story didnt happen too long ago
And it wasnt that far away
Its about some real niggas
Niggas doin real things aight
So let me get to the first page and ill break it down like this
Chapter one
I was a young child, lost, went to church on sundays
Walking a narrow road that lead me to gunplay
I was a good boy respect my mommy
Looked up to them ogs like querto, phil, and donny
Felt good as a young nigga
Comin home from school gettin love from them neighborhood drug
dealers
Wrote change, cadillac sevilles
But spoke real, was a tradition, brownsville
That was the first chapter, passin these stages
But the book is wider and its a lot more pages
The game changed, people got foul
And the same little chuch boy is buckwild
Runnin wit my homeboys from three three nine
And one five four five, totin four fives
I kept dreams of being a rap dude
But i know the streets too well so i pack tools
I lost a lot of loved ones to these streets
And lost a lot of loved ones over beef
That goes to show these streets haunt ya
Look what society created now, a monsta
My day and age was a different role
Its when a slug take a niggas soul
(slug take a niggas soul)
Follow your dreams and follow your goals
Cause who knows what the future holds？
(who knows what the future holds？)
Our man died and was left cold
Because a slug took the niggas soul
(slug took the niggas soul)
Follow your dreams and follow your goals
Cause who knows what your future holds
(this is what your future holds)
I wish somebody would lend a hand
So they could see how i fell inside
Im on an emotional roller coaster ride
Nothing to hide
A long time ago i set aside my pride
And used my past as a ghetto guide
A few good men died, several wept stood beside me
So i could smooth out the road for those that come behind me
You know where you can find me
Out on the back blocks
Grippin black glocks in front of crack spots
Its just a hobby
And since i was a baby
Thuggin, smokin, drinkin, totin is how the first family raised
me
( he who lives as a gangter, will perish in these streets )
I know thats deep
But i still shed tears for my mother, two years
After shed been laid to rest
And still some things i need to chisel off my chest
My remedy for stress, i conversate wit my oldest brother
Ten years after his death
I know theres nothin left
So im forced to take a deep breath
Before i attempt to take another step
A lot of brothas slept
A lot of brothas was left cold in the street and told
This is what your future holds
So there you have it
You see, a lot of niggas talk about bullshit
Talkin about cars, jewels, and money
But in all reality, we all come out the same bag of shit
Some of us may never see tomorrow
So my niggas
Dont you never dont you ever forget where you come from
Salute
M.o.p. for life baby
14.Downtown Swinga '98
C'mon!
Yeah!
International!
Downtown swinga!
Ayo what up cobra, it's me (prime time!)
Pd, i get better with time like a fine wine
You see, ever since i was a youth
I promised to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth
I never been accused, of perjury
I will clap gats at them cats if they try to murder me
You heard of me, (hilfigga!)
Oh you better know it baby (ill legit!)
Yeah but i try not to show it baby
Cuz if i got to show skill, i will
I'm comin from brownsville, (downtown)
Swingin this ？ bump bill ？ , bringin it so ill
(you niggas been warned)
If i get to side steppin and grippin my weapon it's on
Once i stretch 'em i'm gone, the old thug way
(no need to stress him he gone)
The no love way
Fuck him, cocksucker i'm lettin you know
You lookin for brook, you went to fizzy ro, we downtown
Chorus 2x： lil fame and billy danze
Who bringin this？
Downtown swinga!
Swingin this
Down here we be the kings of this
Never gassed to do, what i have to do
Splashin you, blastin you, international!
Stand back when this nigga kick off, the black stallion
I'm all american slash trinidadian
I make a dummy fold, dig him for his money roll
Take the dummy's soul, blast shots in your skully yo
Mister fizzy ro gettin busy yo
Make motherfuckers ask, 'what the fuck is he yo？'
I tote the 4 5 when i feel i'm doomed
Fuck them cassettes i don't plan to die no time soon
Down, down town swinga
Mash 'em out (no doubt) blast 'em out (no doubt)
When it's hammer time we crash the house, (no doubt)
Regulate and clear the punk bastards out (no doubt)
Yo i illustrate and design for those doin crimes
Totin heat and, in the streets like yellow lines
And i'm, here to represent for 'em
So bow down, to them cats that swing downtown
Chorus 2x
Oh shit! it's on nigga
Pack your shit, and get gone nigga
Here come fame, bill danze and them, (right!)
Aint no tame to handle 'em, (true)
Cuz when i'm on a mission duke, grippin a pistol duke
Hot slugs be twistin you, it's traditional
(let's cock back the chrome)
And wreck the party
And i'm that one nigga that fuck it up for everybody
Get em up, clak clak!
Hit 'em up, bookah bookah!
Whet 'em up, bucka buck bucka!
Shut 'em up, for good
We regulate this hood downtown soldier
And we will lay your ass down, told ya
In a heartbeat, this is our streets, we're divided in crews
Bet' not nann one of you motherfuckers move, speak to me
(make moves) wrong nigga to cross
Alot of niggas found theyself lost, and tossed in the fire
15.Fame Skit
16.Brooklyn／jersey Get Wild
Chorus：treach
Till death do us, can't move us
We can rat-tat-a-tat-tat-a or build, it don't matter
Holler if you hear this, realness
Thugs gon' feel this, brooklyn banger jersey jackin
Steal shit
Now we have met and connect with a lot of different mc's [sho
nuff]
Raised hell to alot of different degrees
And we have the constitution of rights to bear arms
To flare arms, whenever we fear harm
If you pro gang, you don't belong around here soldier
I'm like fish scale, without the pedastool
Come to teach the new school, true school jewels
I'm never followin them fools, i'm a real stand up dude
I makes my own motherfuckin rules
So what's it gonna be, let me know
Bucka bucka blow, bucka blow blow, there you go
And we foul to eliminate these habits
And the best way is to eliminate these faggots
All disrespect attended
To anybody who may be affended, by the way i represented
And i'm no stranger, to danger
Dance with a strange man in a field with anger
Now ain't that ghetto, for ya
Cock sucka, we will proceed to squeeze and sproll muthafuckas
Chorus
Hook： treach
Till death ditty do us, and they say tough tough ditty to us
We'll be stompin bitches till they shoot us, get wild
＊repeated＊
Who wanna go against the man, that walked across hot fire
Banned for the kicked down door for my whole empire
See, i know alot, seen alot, don' been thru alot
Took alot, never took a shot
God forbid, if i took a hot slug for a reason
Try to understand my pain, roll up some trees an'
Reminisce on them feels i was bringin
Spark up a l, while you got the m.o.p. shit bangin
Listen to the words of a nigga, represent that
You see i really meant that, for the memories i left back
Lil fame never was a shady ass nigga
When it was on, we scar fools and a gravy ass nigga
So when you crack ya bottle and you pour ya liquor holla at me
Chorus
You did ya hit you had to do most
Five minutes and you go
Comin with ya new show, and watch ya get sumo
Doin this shit since gettin whipped for wastin grtis
And sneakin out when mom had late shifts and same mix
Snakes quit, i flip up flops and fuck flows
I fuck up ya fun and they don't care who the fuck knows
I'm sutile followed and find and fucked up
Before i take out my garbage i frisk a whole dump truck
My pump what, so pump up tracks belack back
Roll crazy with eighty rollin in stollin jack act
Jersey's on the map for car jacks and gat smacks
I'm on the map for bringin the bitch outta niggas on wax
What, with m.o.p.
(several names and shit shouted out)
Chorus
Hook
Yea, salute, salute
17.New York Salute
Chorus：lil' fame
Primetime (new york, new york)
That's the place where the soldiers die (new york, new york)
That's the ghetto nigga's feelings (new york, new york)
That's the niggas that multiply (new york, new york)
Yo, where you from, nigga？ (new york)
When you come through here (fool, take your jewels off)
Cause these niggas is known for (bumpin fools off)
And they takin over (if your crew's off)
You got thugs with machines, assault teams
Regulating things from brownsville to fort green
Up in the bronx where the people are fresh
People are blessed, with slugs that'll eat through your vest
Boriquas for heaters (down to bust)
And them new jers' niggas is down with us
I know you heard about that cop, trying to stop a felon
Got trapped, caught a slug in his cerbellum
We welcome, visitors with open arms, and firearms
And sick terrorists with bombs
And, when you slide through on the vi, son
Pack your bags and don't forget your nine and have a good time
Chorus： billy danze
Get your mac, get your gat, head for 95
Stop, pick up your dogs, tell em, 'let's ride'
Throw in some du-op shit, lean in your car
Knowing you'll hear some new o.c. or gang starr
It ain't to far once you into va
Fuck with your high-beams and see who's going your way
Keep your ？？, so the man won't trap you
Now leadin the convoy to the big apple!
Tell your homies, 'fuck that thing' dip in the left lane
Make your honda accord perform like a plane
You in deleware, you almost hear
The new jersey turnpike, is right there (right there)
Haul-ass, make your backwheels spin
Get in the wind, your under a hundered miles in
When you reach the lincoln tunnel, black, hit me on my box
We on the other side of that bitch with cognac and glocks
Chorus： lil' fame and billy danze
Home, sweet home, nigga. home team, nigga. home team. your home
Nigga, your home, nigga. come on back. come on back. mash out
posse.
Firing squad. ？9, baby, ？9. hiphop. lock it down. one time for
Your mind. salute, salute. first family.
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