[Hook: KRS sample - MCs Act Like They Don't Know]
(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

[Bridge 1: Lil Fame & Billy Danze]
I'm Top of the Line, realistic, get Rugged Neva Smoove
Ring Ding
Ring Ding, M.O.P. comin' through
Guns N Roses
Hit 'em, hit 'em up kid, for real
Say what, say what, say what
I'm packin Blue Steel
Drama Lord
Heistmaster
Quick to blast ya, thoroughbreds wit hearts cold as Alaska
F.A.G's get bust down to they knees
M.O.P. To the Death, kid
Yeah, cock and squeeze...

[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
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
It's time To get rid of you fly talk
Fuckin with Fame, you be the next stain on the sidewalk
I make 'em simmer down, whenever I'm in the town
And speak for my, love thug n***as 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
Out to hit ya, split ya, hell when I get ya
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]
(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

[Bridge 2: Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Yo it's the World's Famous
N***as Born to Kill
From the Illside of Town
So you best get your steel
It's ill
The street life is real son
You shouldn't have to go get it, sleep wit it, fool
Stick to Ya Gunz
Now
Lifestyles of a Ghetto Child
Representin for ill crews and
Kid, I ain't got Nothin' 2 Lose
I been there
To my peoples up in them cells
Up in them jail
Bring it back
CLACK-CLACK
Salute
Raise hell...
[Verse 2: Billy Danze (Lil Fame)]
I believe you don't (don't), yep (yep)
But you can't fuck around (fuck around)
It take alot to have actual natural sound
(STAND BACK) Motherfucker we didn't leave
We just laid back in the cut, stuck some shit up our sleeve
(Please) We don't roll deep, we squeeze
Predict to flip, I'll have enough n***as around to sink a fuckin ship
WHAT I feel is WHAT I do
And G, I see I might hafta straighten your ass out too
I wish I would let a n***a take mine
Where my n***as is n***as that live on the front line
(Hardcore) Raw, Brownsville B Boy quick on the draw
Like the late great Prince LeRoy (Yeah)
When my n***a was on the scene
More ammunition passed through his hands than the average Marine
(From the ill parks) Fool, where the steel start to ruckus
Kill a whole heap of you you motherfuckers...

[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