Fire lyrics

[Intro]
Yeahhhhhhhhhh! Firing Squad
(You motherf*ckers get up) Back in the motherf*ckin
(You motherf*ckers get up!) Dungeon, n*gga
(Get up n*gga! GET THE f*ck UP!)
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} HeheheheheHEHE, geah!
Get in yo' ass n*gga
Firing Squad huh? Let's go, let's go, let's go!
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} M dot, O dot, P dot, we got
n*gga! Do, flippa{?}, uh, ohh

[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Excuse me, I'm here to earn a mere buck or two
It's Bill Diggy n*ggy, who the f*ck are you?
n*gga where yo' soldiers at? Dem vultures you ride with?
The n*ggas you coincide with, you don't wanna collide with
(M!) Exclude them, they already know the name
They already know the game, they already know we flame
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} It's tricky, they put 'em in boots
And camoflauge suits, 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, but I'm gifted
(IT'S ON YOU!) You know how we do
I'll get at yo' crew, with a little twenty-two (hahahahaHA!)
The question is - where the f*ck it came from?
Why the f*ck you banged him, and who the f*ck untamed him?
And why can't they restrain him?
There's somethin goin on with this kid
Look in his eyes, he's angry as sh*t, spittin'
[Hook: M.O.P.]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! n*gga
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherf*cker we spittin'
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Hahahahahaha!
Cobra-ass n*gga, n*ggA! (Yeah) n*ggA!

[Danze] Yo, let's go!

[Verse Two: Lil' Fame]
I have the mind, of a sick psychiatric
{?} perish, with my tactic
Terminate, exhale, I bust brain cells
I'm international, my name rings bells
This ain't the battle of the beach homeboy, this is a war
Live n*gga rap, straight from the Bricks, we got the raw
f*ck a watered down rapper on your hot five at four
We live from the crackhouse, push your money through the door
This is {FI-YAHHHHHHH} we give a f*ck about your rag
You motherf*ckers made New York look bad
With all you gangsta-ass, Michael, gorillas recognize my M.O
Or b*tch come see me, and Fizzy Wo'
n*gga sixteen bars'll get you caught up - this ain't Mickey D's
But f*ck around, and I'll super-size your order
Pop sh*t I'm poppin hollows in you n*ggas 'tinue to serve
When the Desert burn whoever's left on the menu
First Fam', we don't start wars with you, but my dogs will
Lock jaw with you, pop pop pop, {?} witchu
We get love in the cracks of the hood, and they need love
So we just spit it back to the hood, motherf*cker we spittin'
[Hook: M.O.P.]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! n*gga
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherf*cker we spittin'
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Get yo' ass up, n*gga!
What? What? What-what-what-what-what, ow, oh, AOWWWWW

[Verse Three: Billy Danze]
What happened to the M.O. (P!) n*gga we make history
You don't know? Then find yo' ass on Unsolved Mystery
When the gun blow (the gun blow rapidly)
It's a twenty-one gun dispute when your troops, come after me
You gotta be a thorough dude my borough rules, live motivators
f*ck a driveby, we walk up, look you in yo' eye and dump {FI-YAHHHHHHH}

[Verse Four: Lil' Fame]
And that's whassup, so n*gga whattup?
You know we reppin B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, ho yeah!
You know the motherf*ckin style, my goons is wild
We turn this whole, motherf*cker into the OK Corral
(So what it's gon' be b*tch?) n*gga look into this
What a ridiculous, conspicious son of a b*tch you is
We was trainin, count your revolver shots when you pop 'em
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
(BUKKA-BUKKA-BU-BUKKA DROP HIM!) Spittin'

[Hook: M.O.P.]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Wha, whoo, wha, ha, ha, ha! n*gga
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherf*cker we spittin
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} Whoo! What, n*gga?
B-R, O, W-N-S-V, I-L-L-E, motherf*cker we spittin
[Outro]
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ride out n*gga
(It's the way of the world n*gga) Yeah!
Fall up out this b*tch
(Sopranos!) C'mon (Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!) {*fades out*}