[Intro]
Shoe-Gang
Firing Squad the album - March 22nd
Damn, everybody rapped on this beat didn't they?
But they didn't do it like this! Let's get it

[Hook]
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[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]
Male prostitute, fuck you pay me
I'm Jay Z, I'm Shady plus 2-P-A-C
Every time you see me I be throwin' a fit
I mean throwin' up set, yup, throwin' up my clique
I rest in peace you, Long Beach's resident evil
I'm Deebo when I wreck a set
Then he a [?]
I'm the son of Nino and Cleo, I guess I'm Neo
The one to set it off, I snipes with desert eagles
I spit the craziest, dangerous, gangsterous shit
Then I mix it with that slang that I strangle and mangle your clique
You n***as'll get tangled, caught in my cross hairs
We fly as L-A-X so call us Lacrosse players

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[Verse 2: Julius Luciano]
Alright I'm nice with the flow but I got a mean swag of steel
Cuz my jeans gotta sag like the Screen Actors Guild
I'm drunk guzzlin' vodka, fuck sluts with knockers
Snub gun'll pop ya, choppers guillotine, your middle finger's stuck up for coppers
Other hand got 4 fingers up, give the middle 2 a little twist like the Young Money roster
School of Hard Knocks, Ben Franklin had to teach me math
Rap game taught me Public Enemy was my PE class
I'm on every street in Long Beach, guap chasin'
Catch me spending money on Willow like Roc Nation
That line was strictly for my LB fam
Peace to DC gang, my n***a LB bam

[Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
Sick as polin' a minor, chrome loaded for hire
We could go toe-to-toe, I'mma be the only survivor
On the internet I slay n***as dead
You couldn't hang on the web even if your name was Tobey Maguire
We controllin' shit like the Roman Empire
Warriors, not Roman yo, we roamin' with iron
You n***as thats old should retire or test my flow and expire
Y'all so washed up you should be thrown in the dryer
The last n***a that popped shit, the magnum shot his face
The faggot dropped in place, the body in catatonic state
I turn your frame into trash, anatomic waste
A savage giant: half bionic, half psychotic ape
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[Verse 4: Kenny Siegel]
My flow's opening doors, a n***a win, you can call it a key
It's hella dope so once again you can call it a ki
Lil n***a but my bitch I'm taller than she
But due to all the ass, when we sit down she look taller than me
My spit is sadistic, vicious, twisted, demonic
My writtens is as sick as sippin' on a pitcher of vomit
N***a's jaws get broken quick as the emptiest promise
You n***as was born yellow like y'all was stricken with jaundice
I'm mindless, blindly aimin' them things
Y'all talk like you wanna get shot, so I'm aimin' to please
A stand-up n***a, grind while you lay around
I stay on my toes cause I can't stand laying down

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[Verse 5: Julius Luciano]
Pistol to you whack rappers claimin' that you hip hop
If that's so, the gat blow your hip off, now you hop
I'm coming straight raw like I'm out of rubbers, 'bout as gutter
As a bowling ball off course, you hear the sound of thunder
When that AK ignites, I split your crown asunder
Then I be puttin' that A to you losers like Lupe's album cover
Every line I pen is a sign of eminence polysyllabic rhymin'
You wanna study the lines and sentences, I'mma show guys the rhymin' syllabus
I'm like Gasol with the ball, I mean that Pau shootin'
Yeah our shit's about to drop, call it bowel movement
If a ho give head, I screw her
I just fucked Bruce Willis daughter
Had her legs open, I'm known to spread a rumor
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[Verse 6: Kenny Siegel]
Fuck with me and really ball til you fall, that's what it'll come to
Have money before I dropped you, be broke when you come to
Punk you, I'm on these bitches heads like horse hair
No such thing as a fair war only warfare
Metro PCS, my lines are unlimited (spotless)
They unblemished, then copy, can't none mimic it (stop it)
You punks feminine, I'm brolic with them things
When my lead pull, I'm Red Bull, one shot will give you wings
My flow is electric, damn Edison
Your's funny, mine's on the money like dead presidents
Vicious is everything your bro-man utters
My sword's sharp, yours not, so your flow can't cut it

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[Verse 7: Demetrius Capone]
We don't mix like Cain and Able, a cane and able-bodied people
I'm able to body people when I aim the Mohave Eagle
What time is it? wait, it's time to eat you
Cuz it's 8, I'm scrapin' the plate, the Dahmer sequel
Ahead of my time when rhymin' you dudes are behind a year
The Mayans was lyin' cause I'm the future and I am here
I'm the year 2020, you viewin' me bright and clear
I'm only a stereotype cause I'm a pioneer
I got that criminal flow, yo, cause my flow is stealing the show
Stealin' your shine combined with stealin' your dime, my rhymes are stealing your ho
Cuz she got that donkey, I'm finna nail
That mean nail that ass, call it pin the tail

[Verse 8: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
We the firing squad, we a violent mob
Killers for pay, even hitmen hire the COB
I'm a tyrant, I'm tired of frauds
I'm tyin' your broad to a hydrogen bomb
Black hoodie with the iron inside
I gotta kill MC's before the day is over
It's my job, I kill dudes just to make quota
A killer whale, swallow lames like your name's Jonah
No alcohol, you take shots your brain hang over your skull
It's nothing for me to fire the heckler
You want war, I'm on board, Ryan Sheckler
Reverse atheist, cause God don't believe in y'all
Instead, for dead, the COB gon' be leavin' y'all
SSUTT

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