[Intro]
Firing Squad, n***a
Firing Squad!
Uh, First Family
Top notch, n***a
BD, uh

[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
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'm a 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, n***a, blunts and beers, n***a
For months and years it been Blood, Sweat and Tears
N***a, raise your metal for Firing Squad royalty
First Family, royalty, holla!
[Chorus: Lil' Fame & Billy Danze]
How many n***as plan to ride wit' us (Ride wit' us)
How many n***as came to die wit' us (Die wit' us)
Pop shots, n***a, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck! Haha!
How many n***as plan to ride wit' us (Ride wit' us)
How many n***as came to die wit' us (Die wit' us)
Pop shots, n***a, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck! Haha!

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
This is only the beginning, you ain't 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 Firing Squad, cop the next tape
Brownsville slugger, knucka up in the house
Had a rumble with the Grim Reaper, knuckled it out
This ain't 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
Ain't nothing changed since that n***a been past
Sound, pound, make you wanna bark
Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon!
[Chorus: Lil Fame & Billy Danze]
How many n***as plan to ride wit' us (Ride wit' us)
How many n***as came to die wit' us (Die wit' us)
Pop shots, n***a, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck! Haha!
How many n***as plan to ride wit' us (Ride wit' us)
How many n***as came to die wit' us (Die wit' us)
Pop shots, n***a, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck! Haha!

[Verse 3: Billy Danze]
(It's the Firing Squad assassins)
Ghetto blastin'
Operation ran by your man Toucan Eance 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; you're 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

[Verse 4: Lil' Fame]
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, n***a, hah, what it's gon' be
I'mma be leavin' you leakin' with clip in the palmy
I'm a son of a gun, an 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 n***as still gon' hit me pa
Y'all want me? Come find me, motherfucker
[Chorus: Lil Fame & Billy Danze]
How many n***as plan to ride wit' us (Ride wit' us)
How many n***as came to die wit' us (Die wit' us)
Pop shots, n***a, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck! Haha!
How many n***as plan to ride wit us (Ride wit' us)
How many n***as came to die wit us (Die wit' us)
Pop shots, n***a, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck! Haha!

[Outro]
Heh heh, how many n***as
Ride wit' us
Can you ride
Firing Squad, n***a
Yeah! Wit' us!
First Family, murder
Top notch, n***a
You know the rules of the motherfucking game
C'mon!