[Intro: Billy Danze]
Yeah
Check it out, y'all (Come on)
Firing Squad, n***a
(First Family)
Yeah
Firing Squad, n***a
(First Family) Check it out

[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
The name's Bill (What up Bill?!!)
I'mma 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 real tip
And get to splitting a n***a'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) Wait your turn B
There's a long line of n***as that's ready to burn 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 rep
The brown-skinned cat with a helluva side step, yep
Berkowitz... (Retreat!)
I would never be disconnected from these streets
Its deep, as the (Ocean!) and my (Potion!)
Is to (know when!) to spit fire
N***a (N***a)
The rules of the motherfucking game...
[Chorus: DJ Premier]
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!

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
Make way, bitch, I'm coming through
I'm Fizzy Wo', dawg, who the fuck are you?
Y'all n***as be, listenin; to that false information
Here's your invitiation
Thugs know home team from the BK make move n***as
Run with them guns bust off like John Woo
Try to sabotage the game, I'ma start somethin'
Try to sabotage my name, I'ma start dumpin!
Why do fucking motherfuckers act like y'all don't be known?
Fizzy Wo', n***a, going for broke
So when you loc, 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 (N***a!)
Tell his man, to tell his man, work out another master plan
Cause I'ma blast a man, what?
[Chorus: DJ Premier]
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!

[Verse 3: 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 missing
Put the barrel of my hammer in his mouth
And knocked the back of his head out, do or dead now
Cold, he actually thought I would fold
So I tore him a new hole, word to n***as' soul!

[Verse 4: Lil' Fame]
When I jump off, I'ma dump off, about eight rounds
Holdin my spot down, I'mma knock down, about eight clowns
N***a, don't you ever fuck around with the four-pound token
Bonified thugster (What!) Brownsville slugger
Ex-mugger (Uh), for your knucka (Yeah)
Bucka (Bucka), bucka (Bucka), bitch motherfucker! (Fucker)
You musta bought a can of heart
Flinch and I'mma tear your ass apart (Come on)
[Outro: Lil Fame & Billy Danze]
Straight like that, n***a (Firing Squad, n***a)
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Hundred years and runnin
Yeah, one of my motherfuckin' men, Flipper the Ripper
Y'know what I'm sayin
My n***a City, Teflon
Firing Squad, n***a
True to life!
Yeah