Fire M.O.P.

[Intro]
Yeahhhhhhhhhh! Firing Squad
(You motherfuckers get up) Back in the motherfuckin
(You motherfuckers get up!) Dungeon, nigga
(Get up nigga! GET THE FUCK UP!)
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} HeheheheheHEHE, geah!
Get in yo' ass nigga
Firing Squad huh? Let's go, let's go, let's go!
{FI-YAHHHHHHH} M dot, O dot, P dot, we got
Nigga! Do, flippa{?}, uh, ohh

[Verse One: Billy Danze]
Excuse me, I'm here to earn a mere buck or two
It's Bill Diggy niggy, who the fuck are you?
Nigga where yo' soldiers at? Dem vultures you ride with?
The niggas 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 fuck it came from?
Why the fuck you banged him, and who the fuck 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 shit, he's spittin'