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Intro 1
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Kick ass! First
Verse 1
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Family!
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Don't let these
Verse 2
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motherfuckers
stress y'all
M.O.P. to the death y'all,
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the good Lord have blessed y'all
So these niggas can't touch y'all
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Firing Squad! Yes yes y'all
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Good evening,
Verse 3
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you contaminated semen
I'm here for a different reason
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(continue breathin)
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I notice you been schemin,
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on the First Family
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(Family) Disbelieving we're
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(forever rockin) yeah (forever hip-
hopping and popping)
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Yes yes y'all!
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I'm not a rapper,
I never made a rap song
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You motherfuckers got it all wrong!
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I'm a man standin behind a cannon,
plannin to pop ya
We got on yo' click like
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I'm with Trenchcoat Mafia
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I'm not afraid of you bitches, I raise hell
And get respect when niggas,
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struggle for riches
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As the wind blow, through my window,
real slow at night
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It shakes me in fright,
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it's well after twelve
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But I still see a bright light
(take 'em back to crime time)
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Oh you, motherfuckin right, cousin
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I see them fake thugs,
givin up fake dap and fake hugs
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We appreciate the fake love
Em
Keep in mind I'm determined
to shine like my son
Industry enemy number one,
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yes yes y'all!
Em
Don't let these
Verse 4
motherfuckers
stress y'all
M.O.P. to the death y'all,
D
Em
the good Lord have blessed y'all
So these niggas can't touch y'all
D
Em
Firing Squad! Yes yes y'all
Verse 5
Em
Don't let these motherfuckers
stress y'all
M.O.P. to the death y'all,
D
Em
the good Lord have blessed y'all
So these niggas can't touch y'all
C
Firing Squad! Yes yes y'all
Em
I'm bout to start this bitch
Verse 6
from Ground Zero (oh!)
When I start cussin and bustin,
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niggas call pound zero
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I'm not just a rap AR- tist
I'm also a gat pack artist
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(oh!) gat clap artist (oh!)
And a condor, killer, set trap artist (oh!)
Send forty- pound slugs through
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your back artist
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(Now that's an artist!) I
leave 'em left out
With his flesh out, layin stretched out,
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sketched out
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(No doubt!) I still do
the same thing
Streey life is still a Fame game
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What you thought the game changed?
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I hang out and break day until
the street lights go off
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Or the heat pipe go off (boom!)
It's what we pack on the Hilltop,
(true!)
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What's the sound when
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the steel pop? (boom!)
Bitch! I will dismiss you
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You got issues, deal witcho issues
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I look 'em dead in the face,
pop one in 'em
And knock the venom out
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a motherfuckin snake
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I'm a thoroughfy his death y'all,
and creep back through
And if he's stretched I'm
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like yes yes y'all
Em
Don't let
Verse 7
these motherfuckers
stress y'all
M.O.P. to the death y'all,
C
Em
the good Lord have blessed y'all
So these niggas can't touch y'all
C
Firing Squad! Yes yes y'all
Em
Don't let these
Verse 8
motherfuckers
stress y'all
M.O.P. to the death y'all,
C
Em
the good Lord have blessed y'all
So these niggas can't touch y'all
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C
Firing Squad! Yes yes y'all
Em
Outro 1
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