M.O.P.: Get the fuck outta here

Firing Squad nigga! Hahahaha.. Oh! Oh! Hahahahahahaha - AIY, AIY! Firing Squad nigga! One time, one time Geah, nigga - nigga! Rock roller, rock roller Tim {?} in the building, in the building [Verse One: Billy Danze] Now look, you niggaz that want to be crooks You shook, I'm fired out of BK nigga When I got ahold of some trap, I took it way back Let 'em {?} claim as I lean in my Cadillac If you see me walkin sideways, it might be an issue I might be a little tight, and I might have my pistol The same niggaz you see goin up, you'll see 'em comin down You'll be left in the streets, fuckin 'round like "ANTE UP!" Don't get it fucked up or twisted Cause you'll be, fucked up, and twisted And shipped to ballistics, in the form of a puzzle as a result of them coppertops, stoppin up your muscles These niggaz wanna lead to chumps, but you ride by in your truck with niggaz throwin up, you lookin like like WHO DA FUCK? And how you gon' handle, not bein able to come through Your killers and the vandals can't stand you Cause you untrue your own crew, doubt you You wonder what it's about When it hits you in your mouth, and all the bits jump out you Firing Squad, we raise hell And will prevail [Chorus: M.O.P.] [Fame] So what you do now, act like a bitch nigga? [Will] Get the fuck outta here! [Fame] Oh you wanna kick off a cliff nigga? [Will] Get the fuck outta here! [Fame] These niggas is out to slaughter ya, murder yo' ass [Fame] And you ain't gon' do SHIT nigga [Will] Get the fuck outta here! [Fame] Where the fuck are your morals homey? [Will] Get the fuck outta here! [Fame] Where the fuck is your balls at? [Fame] We was raised by G's [Fame] Think I'ma let you disregard that? [Will] Get the fuck outta here! [Fame] It'll be a cold day in hell bitch [Will] Get the fuck outta here! [Verse Two: Lil' Fame] Fuck you, in the hemlock position, Duke my name ain't Richie Rich Be a nigga deal witcha shit and stop actin Bitchy Bitch You know the reason that the game gone bad It's cause you forgot who gave you the car Quick to help you build your {?}, truly yours Fame! Look, Fam in my name Mark, Laze and Jamal got a jam in my name I defy for the true aces But you gon' have me done stab you in both of your face You two-faced bitch! Keep talkin bout me bad You gon' need a plastic surgeon to redecorate your face up with pieces of yo' ass! I'll blast knuckle your face, bust your snot box So either we can pop shots, that's how OG'z do it on my block Cause violence, is the universal language NAH nigga, you done picked the wrong nigga to bang with Glock pop, we'll murder ya, B'Ville nigga You dialed the dirtiest (we bang) we give 'em the whole thang! {*ad libs*} [Chorus] {*ad libs*}