(You motherfuckers get up) Back in the
(You motherfuckers get up!)Dungeon,
(Get up nigga! GET THE FUCK UP!)
{FI- YAHHHHHHH} HeheheheheHEHE, geah!
Firing Squad huh? Let's go,
Nigga! Do, flippa{?}, uh, ohh
I'm here to earn a mere buck or two
It's Bill Diggy niggy, who
Nigga where yo' soldiers at?
Dem vultures you ride with?
The niggas you coincide with,
you don't wanna collide with
they already know the name
They already know the game,
they already know we flame
{FI- YAHHHHHHH} It's tricky,
and they still can't get with me
I'm wicked, look at the way I rip it
I'm off- balance, I'm mentally challenged,
(IT'S ON YOU!) You know how we do
with a little twenty- two (hahahahaHA!)
Why the fuck you banged him,
and who the fuck untamed him?
And why can't they restrain
There's somethin goin on with this kid
Look in his eyes, he's angry as shit,
{?} perish, with my tactic
Terminate, exhale, I bust brain cells
This ain't the battle of the beach
Live nigga rap, straight from the Bricks,
Fuck a watered down rapper
We live from the crackhouse, push
your money through the door
This is (FI- YAHHHHHHH) we
give a fuck about your rag
With all you gangsta- ass, Michael,
gorillas recognize my M.O
Or bitch come see me, and Fizzy Wo'
Nigga sixteen bars'll get you caught
up - this ain't Mickey D's
and I'll super- size your order
Pop shit I'm poppin hollows in you
When the Desert burn whoever's
First Fam', we don't start wars with you,
We get love in the cracks of the hood,
So we just spit it back to the hood,
{FI- YAHHH} Yeah! Yeah! O!
B- R, O, W- N- S- V, I- L- L- E,
{FI- YAHHHHHHH} Get yo' ass up,
AOWWWWW What? What? What-
what- what- what- what, ow, oh,
What happened to the M.O.
You don't know? Then find yo'
When the gun blow (the gun
It's a twenty- one gun dispute when your troops,
You gotta be a thorough dude my borough rules,
Fuck a driveby, we walk up,
look you in yo' eye and dump {FI- YAHHHHHHH}
You know we reppin B- R, O,
W- N- S- V, I- L- L- E, ho yeah!
You know the motherfuckin style,
motherfucker into the OK Corral
bitch?) Nigga look into this
conspicious son of a bitch you is
count your revolver shots when you pop 'em
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
(BUKKA- BUKKA- BU- BUKKA DROP HIM!)
{FI- YAHHHHHHH} Wha, whoo,
B- R, O, W- N- S- V, I- L- L- E,
{FI- YAHHHHHHH} Whoo! What,
B- R, O, W- N- S- V, I- L- L- E,