Lyrics:
Yeah check it out y'all. Firing Squad nigga. (First Family)
Yeah Firing Squad nigga. Check it out. (First Family)
The name's Bill (What up
out do you need vacation
I'm just chillin' with my dawgs while we steal their patience
By the time I'm done they will be forsaken
Yeah I'm indipendant
a tre
Bust my ass and at night I heard her pray
Lord don't let my boy succumb to
But it was too late, I already begun to
Hanging with the knuckleheads
up a whole lot of confusion
It's simple, let's move out all these corn cats
And disc jock dissin MC's that got the borin raps
Fuck what ya got,
like John Wick
(John Wick)
We let bullets go, fuck the opps
Them niggas not 'bout shit
(Hol' up, 'Bout shit)
Pull up by myself, just a few niggas
I rock
Mota mouth. who? it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth
Whenever I write, I put myself out of place from other cats
So it don't sound like another
Check it out
This is my shit fo real
Its gunna be off tha hook
Peep this out
The Kon Artist nigga
[Kon Artist]
The Kon Artist born liar
Lie to your
Shit, I even let you rock out
Being Bill Belichick, tapin' from the sidelines, stealin' my shit
But dawg, you was like a mini me
Mocked me, envied me,
T T T Tcm Justice
Got me switching up my flow they said stop running walk the beat (walk it)
They done let these love songs fool um like I won't get
you did silence your critics in the North
By hurling them into prison without benefit of charge or trial
Three
They say it wasn't Lincoln, John
Slob On My Cat,
Get it nice and wet
Check in with me,
Holla at La'Chat
Fuck with your girl (girl)
Lick on my pearl (pearl)
Suck up all the nut,
And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag
I knew to act with my back and my tail
With and hour of rehersal, I never could fail
I'd a voice that would
Spread the word like a telegram text
You try to bench press these bars and tear your damn pecs
Let a man flex. I’m tighter than a denim spandex
I
just to spill all the tea
I'm not gonna let you do, do that to me
Gonna fuck up your life, like
John Tucker Must Die, like
Gone Girl, taking you by
the chest with
An eagle claw fist and back you
Get it two by four and she'll lack you
(Tip, you hardly find a nigga
Now that out raps you)
(Or gets at you,
like her cat again, this for my savage
No drizzy but this for my dawg
She on some shit, she got out them drawls, yeah yeah (get out them drawls baby)
I, let's see. Jim is independently wealthy. He â?? he doesn't have to work, but he does anyway. He does volunteer work. He helps out at the cancer
Riff: I know Tony like I know me and I guarantee
you can count him in.
Action: In, out, let's get crackin'.
A-Rab: Where you gonna find Bernardo?
Baby
that's longevity
I might flip, I'm "Serious" as Steady B
You ain't do it right, we stealin your melody
Or maybe not
Cause John Lennon said "Let it Be"
with a panther chilling
With a house cat
Till somebody patents building
A better mousetrap
Out back staking his claim to deep mining
Bribed by
I seen ackee eat some ackee and
The eyeballs out the saltfish
That boy sick, he'll grip the john
And fire at your grill 'til it's hot
Enough to make
what?
Like bare metal shit and anything
Let me be frank, like Bergdahl at a casting call
Punish cats like kite mask and all
I'm like a 2017 Gordon
Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears
'Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)
We really out here! (We really out here!)
We
hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
I can be a villain if ya.... let me! (Thugged Out!!)
First nigga act up,
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