Firing Squad

Intro:
Firing squad...to the death

Hook:
When i'm dead and gone, you won't be alone
When i'm dead and gone

Verse 1:
O.g. boom bang (that's my nigga), that's right
I told you knuckle build with skil, love you after life
And since your death, everythings changed
The family ain't the same, shit seems strange
I started beef with you, use to eat with you
Sleep with you, creep with you, i got use to seeing you
But i ain't smashed up, i ain't mad at cha
I know some day we all all gonna be up in that pasture
But anyway, we finally got some ends
Princess imani will be blessed with them diamonds and gems
Just like we always planned, so salute, to ya troop
Tribute from your man billy danz i love you

Hook:
When we get there you won't be alone, when i'm dead and gone

Verse 2:
Yo, the whole scenery is packed in, people dressed in black and
The whole place is flooded with tears, i'm surrounded by my peers
There i lay, day after day has been a struggle for the man
But when i'm put six feet under, will my son understand?
This is some, ill shit, that we deal with, because
Caps get pealed quick, and we be dealin' with some real shit
It's like a universal cycle, i'm a disciple
You could be left not breathing even if you walking with your bible
So when m body hit that soil and sinkin'
I'm gonna be lookin' right over my son, even when i'm dead and stinkin'
A legacy is left behind, for mine
So he can stay strong, so that he can move on, when i'm dead and gone

Hook:
The way the world is going it won't be too long, when i'm dead and gone
I'm on my way home
Just give it up, just give it up, just give it up

Verse 3:
So kid, don't think you alone, when your daddy's all gone
Cause i won' be resting in peace till i see you grown
Carry on, nothing else could come above you
You best believe i love you, i wouldn't of brought you in this world of
Struggle
There's only two places to go, heaven or hell, well only god alone
Will know, where i dwell, so stay tight, keep your head right
It'll be alright, you'll never be alone, when i'm dead and gone

I be amoungst the fallen members of my family tree
(baby boy brimmer) and my man spuds mckenzy
Princly roy and big mal, lameef caught a beat
A cat with that danzine smile
After i stopped breathing, i ain't leavin', cause i belive in
Achievin' goals, through spiritial soul (remember)
Death is just a heart beat away
And if you live by the gun, you gonna die by the gun i love you

Hook:
When i'm dead and gone, when i'm dead and gone
The way this world is going it won't be to long
I'm on my way home
Just give it up, just give it up, just give it

Chorus: m.o.p.

This is, ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
If you start it, defend it, start it, we'll end it
We're highly recommended, listen, this is
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Prepare, get on your post and stand clear
The brownsville sluggers, about to attack...

[lil fame]
Bring it back, yo i'm tired of you herbs
Gettin on my nerves
Pretendin to be drug dealers, and killers
You fold up, hold up, let me ease the grip
So they can jack talkin 'bout how many keys you flip
Your sleeves get ripped off for that bracelet you rockin
This lil nigga get to poppin, pistol grippin and cockin
[cuz nine times outta ten] i'm guranteed to leave you stragglin
Plus i bag emcees that's babblin
I aint tryin to hear ya
But i'm about ready to ear ya out
Get the gats and clear ya out
Cuz you's a part time felon, kid killing yellin
[before i send a slug through your melon]
I'm a basket case, don't make me bash your face
[you sittin] i'm sittin on chrome like masta ace
It's live nigga, no jive, hear the guns blast
I be wreckin like the fuckin jamaicans at sunsplash
[it aint where you from] it's where ya at
And where you be at times, you don't have your fuckin gat
So chill with your riff raff, your bitch staff
Is some new cats, living in new jack city!!

Chorus: m.o.p.

[billy danze]
Yo what the fuck is the deal, here comes a new generation of rap dudes
[with fake attitudes] that refuse to play by the rules
It's a shame the way they be dissin the game
They fantasize then go to something i would tell lies
[these fake thugs] replace slugs that's have three to nigga
[actin like he want it] no one wanna see my niggas
[firing squad] still firing, fuckin wit old timers
Wit rhymers ready to come out of retirement
Stoppin your traffic, [m.o.p.] a classic
Puttin you bitch ass niggas in caskets [you lil bastards]
Don't know this rap shit, get this
My family is ready to lynch, and roll before all you devils and sins
[raw breed] indeed, we proceed to give you what you need
You way out of your motherfucking league
It's the, warpath, o.g. staff
Ambidextrous and i'll tear your maggot ass in half
My family don't give a fuck about you
How 'bout i, jump up and smack the shit out you
[get at 'em] took you down the firing squad committee
Wit no pity, detonating this new jack city!!

Brownsville's the place where crews seem the livest
Cops get knocked down body counts' only rising
Them streets look - full to ya!
Villains look - poor to ya!
Them niggas'll - slaughter ya!
For your goose nautica
You got jewels? stash 'em son
Cause there's a thousand niggas broke
And we all got guns!
And you know what that means
Niggas be open like they smoking caffeine
Looking to do a quick stick, move, and swift
With your ___ on your hip
Ready to flip
Whenever you empty your clip, dip
And get the fuck up out of dodge
That's if you know what's up kid
Niggas is getting mandela time
Plus the crackers is corrupted
But then you got them clockers down at 73rd
That was drug associated since the 70's, word
It's kinda skeptic
Living these crazy ways unprotected
Every day is a jam
So expect the unexpected
Crime time!
1-718 brownsville, brooklyn
The housing property be getting tooken
So we're intended
Be under pressure getting blackmailed
Villains using their dealings
Making killings off of crack sales
The theme song of murder
Nobody's kidding,
These fools are forbidden
Automatics just be spittin'
And devastating, and profound
You get lumped up soon as you jump up
Or get gunned down in brownsville


Young bucks got guns
(now that's a damn shame)
Everybody claim they represent and do they thing
_____ toting in cases hard to believe
The firing squad'll throw your whole borough under siege
Beyond twin chrome and farmers
Nigga it's billy danze
And when i'm double clutching my hands
Them fuckers won't jam
So my man, if your seeking an advance to your grave
It's the land of the drama lord
And the home of the fucking brave
It's hard to trust us cause it's mad ruckus
We toe tax with mufflers for small time hustlers
It's blue steel concealed under my sweater
To calm down whoever
Duke, i move clever
I must keep it stepping, hops
When shit be getting' hot
I step and bop
While i stroll with my weapon cocked
The hill that's real, we kill at will
Clack clack! clack clack!
Clack clack! clack clack!
Mad guns in your grill
In the 'ville

Brownsville! (yeah)
Killings here only bring retaliation
No crying
See dying's an everyday thing
Swing 25 niggas down by my battlegrounds
I'll move in with 8 thugs that love busting rounds
You know the deal
In my streets your heater be ready to blaze
Keep cash in your stash
In case you gotta be swayze
For twisting a nigga cap back
That's that work of m.o.p.
Who we be? firing squad of 11233
Clack clack!
Whole clips in your back
That's thug style
Turning a small section of brooklyn
Into the ok corral
Now, news flash
Razorfied lead
One grazed ted
Two paralyzed
Three dead
Gunmen fled the scenery
With heavy automatic machinery
Niggas ain't got nothing to lose
And yo it seems to be
Ill nigga
Kill or be killed
In the 'ville nigga
All up and down mother gaston
They blasting steel
Blow your stacks and chips
In ac's with rims
We be living good
With a mac and black tims
Keep this in mind
And they might not find you in the river
With the next guy
That fly shit that brownsville deliver, nigga

Chorus: repeat 2x

Represent, show niggaz the deal
I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real
Cause niggaz were born to kill

[lil fame]
Here comes the brownsville slugger, motherfucker
I bust off shots at fools
To avoid these obstacles
I roll deep, me and my nigga llama
With about seven niggas thats up in the clip to bring the drama
Homicide, take a ride in the hearse
Enemies out to hit me, but i'ma see em first
I'm ready, steady, and deadly but yet nervous
Let my words a serve its purpose general moved him off the surface
Gunshots let off! my instincts was to get him
Make sure i hit him, then break north, shonuff!
Holding down my fort, taking no shorts of no sorts
My four five turn to a blowtorch
It's still cocked! i tried to get away safe
You that shit was out of shells i still stuck it in my waist
Then my dirt, yeah, get murked, yeah, murder was the case
That it hit heart beating like a nigga on base
I found a spot, chilled, parleyed for a second
Fixed my weapon, then headed back to my section
Now i'm back home smoking and drinking i'm bent now
I meditate on flash backs of how it went down
It's kill or be killed, thats a true fact
There aint no telling when these niggaz are coming to bust open your back
It's ill, it's real, but still i feel
It's provoke murder nigga i'm born to kill

Chorus - 4x

[billy danze]
Yo, it's the case of the state
Versus the great one seven one eight
Gun slinger from brownsville
Where niggaz were born to kill

[lashonda]
Yo, some chick think she saw you jump up out the jeep
You said you was across the street laying with the heat

[billy danze]
What? that bitch lying
Heres a cocksucker i never heard of
I aint doing time for no mother fucking murder
When mr. gonzalez stretched in the mud
I was home with the dog dome taking down whats up
Therefore i'm innocent!

[lashonda]
Mad shells were split

[billy danze]
They ain't mine
I do damage with an imp, you found shells from a nine
This shit is crazy
Would you please contact lazy
Tell him i need an attorney
To ride with me on this mother fucking journey
Now ten months later after being indicted
Third off of fifteen are clickin shit so fuck it i'ma fight it
Me and the tru boy lay back after d.a. spoke
Cross examination, first thing jumped up and broke no joke
Stepped over the judges crown
Stepped on the d.a.s ground
Looked at the snitch with a frown
Went to the jury and got down
Seventy-two hours later creeping on some playing no more shit
Toting the same glock mr. gonzalez got knocked off wit
As i...

Chorus - 4x

Chorus 2x:

Firing squad
Aint no tellin what they might do
Firing squad
Yo them niggas will invite you
Firing squad
To the battlefields so they can wipe you
Firing squad
That's them niggas that don't like you

[billy danze]
Everybody hit the floor, "aw shit not again", don't flinch
All f a t emcees lay the bench
You rock jewels, we just cruise on your maggot ass
Now make a move and we'll squeeze tools at your faggot ass
Now, guess who's, back in the place, "kid i missed m.o.p"
Hey i'm sorry you had to wait g
In '93 you barely heard us in the crowd
So we eject from select, and now our shit is bumpin loud
Firing squad, back on the case
To school ya, turnin more boys to men than the great luke dubra
Booyah! do ya, plan to, stand and prove
Remember i got love for only a handful
That's [danze] architechting the game plan
To bust down the doors, i've already smacked the shit out your main man
I don't think you want no static c
Automatically, automatic g's, bump somethin

Chorus

[teflon]
Count your blessings, just mount your smith & wessons in a hurry
The more grounds i cover the more brothers to worry
Everlasting, got a certified passion for blasting
Ass i'ma never show guns but i'm still an assassin
Yes some say my rap's about to crack the afterburn
>from out the first, send the whole entire earth into a blackout
Here's the facts about my m.o.p. click
We get down, roll in deep waters we drown niggas 'll leave 'em sensin
Yo let it be known, we own the walks
Up on the hill we own the thrones, we own the parks
For real, we own the low sharks
Niggas practice what they preach and back with what they reach wit
The ill part is on the mic i be kickin the freak shit
Set it, violators get beheaded, rumors we dead it
Amazing how we plays, close the show, and roll the credits
It's over, straight from saratoga, said these niggas beter recognize
We exercise, our lyric, something deadly

Chorus

[lil fame]
[take it to the streets] watch niggas collapse
Perhaps, we could bust raps or bust caps
This is, ghetto how we in it, and if it's beef
You tell me and billy will go to war like it's valiance
Once i catch ya, i'm guranteed i got ya
Duke, i bet ya, you leave this piece on a stretcher
Aint nothing to kid about
I put one in your wig and bounce
Leave the rest for the all time c to figure out
Now, who's that nigga that's tryin to take my spot
New jacks in rap must pay dues before they rock
Yo i run shit like mr. hoppa, because i pop up
And i rip raps like crackheads strip copper
Partner, it's bug, fake thugs gon get no love
You could easily get got by hot sinking slugs
Nigga what, i take your pride and slide
And turn you rap cipher, into a motherfucking homicide

Chorus

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[billy danze]
Watch your back
[lil fame]
Yo kid it's on
[bd] it's time on time
[lf] take ten of theirs
[bd] cuz they took one of mine
[lf] them niggas sound sweet
[bd] aint nothing
[lf] i think they packin heat
[bd] aint nothing, we cuttin
[lf] clak, clak
[bd] nigga get up, pick your motherfucking head up
Somebody gon get whet up, does this look like a set up?
See that bitch over there? [yeah] she tryin to get attention
[lf] watch them niggas to your left
[bd] oh see you mention
[lf] and they flinchin
Get down, hit the ground, goddamnn, my gun jammed
Why the hill street blues make me refuse to leave my man
[bd] nigga leave, when i jump up and squeeze, nigga breeze
Down the stairs, get pacino and bees and more toast
They gettin close, blau! nigga larry, clak, clak!
These niggas, blau, blau, blau, blau, blau!! should be buried
[lf] the situation's a tough decision
I'm going to get some more ammunition so we can continue this mission

[scratches]

[lf] bring it to 'em kid
[teflon] catch them niggas before they slide
[lf] true dat, you get the front, i creep from the side
Take 'em down, soon as you hit the dough, let your shit go
I figured that them young punks was scheming from the get go
Blau! kill that noise, yeah
[tef] watch your back
[lf] blau! blau! blau! nigga get back, bill where you at
[bd] over here kid
[tef] i spot him
[lf] c'mon!
[bd] but i'm comin your way kid
[lf] i got him, watch yourself, blau! blau!
[bd] blowin them herbs
[lf] what now, let them slugs calm your nerves
Let's motivate
[bd] wait, pacino still chasin
[lf] we bringin this home, leave him alone kid he lacin 'em
That's how it is when it's time to roll
M.o.p.! home never fold
[bd] you try to set us up, dumpin you a sin, i'ma
[lf] chill nigga you know we gon see them chumps again

[scratches]

[lf] five - o, go
[bd] yo stash the hammer
[lf] where yours
[bd] i just left my shit right there under the bammer
[lf] make moves kid
[bd] it aint no time for debatin, why go straight when
You know the man gon be waitin, dip in the building
[lf] what if the door's locked
[bd] damn, we can't stop the cops is surrounding the block, and
Them chumps are comin fast, nigga dip in the building
Hit the hazard and bear last
[lf] nigga they right behind us, i aint tryin to get caught by the law
[bd] oh shit they comin in the building
[lf] open up the door, hurry up, i aint sittin in no pen nigga
Five - o comin it's us, let us in nigga
Lock the door, cut them lights off
[bd] stash the crack, crack the safe, and see where them chumps is at
[lf] they all over the place and we facin hard times at trial

"lifestyles of a ghetto child"