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Breakin' The Rules

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 Bill?)

I'ma semi-automatic addict for real

Before you test me

Know I feel that the impact from a gat

Then it kicks back is sexy

I put you motherfuckers back on the rip

Tip and get the split in a nigga's shit

(Ain't nothin' changed)

I take you motherfuckers back to 6

And get to dumpin' off a clip

(You know the game)

You wanna test me?

(You gotta)

Let your time be, there's a long line of niggas

That's ready to wrong me

I put my foot down firmly

Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me

And most dudes don't like the way I rap

The brown-skinned cat with a helluva fast step, yep

Berkuance

(Retreat)

I would never be disconnected from these streets

It's deep, as the and my

(Ocean, potion)

Is to to spit fire, nigga

(Know when)

The rules of the motherfucking game

Here it is ghetto music

(Rock that)

When it drop, if its proper

(Cop that)

'Cause some cats be fakin' the move

In other words, breakin' the rules

(Stop that)

We make ghetto music

(Rock that)

When it drop, if its proper

(Cop that)

'Cause some cats be fakin' the move

In other words, breakin' the rules

Make way, bitch, I'm coming through

I'm Fizzy Wo dog, who the fuck are you?

Y'all niggas be, listenin' to that false information

Here your [unverified]

Thugs know home team from the BK and move niggas

Run with them guns bust off like John Woo

Try to sabatoge the game, I'ma start somethin'

Try to sabatoge my name, I'ma start dumpin'

Why do fucking motherfuckers act like y'all don't be known?

Fizzy Wo, nigga, going for broke

So when you low, come and hit you with something that gigantic

Automatic and will make your ship sink like the Titanic

Now that I know, that you against me

And you click, you click, you against me too

Tell his man to tell his man, work out another master plan

'Cause I'ma blast a man, what?

Here it is ghetto music

(Rock that)

When it drop, if its proper

(Cop that)

'Cause some cats be fakin' the move

In other words, breakin' the rules

(Stop that)

We make ghetto music

(Rock that)

When it drop, if its proper

(Cop that)

'Cause some cats be fakin' the move

In other words, breakin' the rules

Allow me to express my deepest sympathy

To the family of the cat, that, was hit with the penalty

I begged him not to fuck with me

(I tried)

He didn't listen, so they found his ass missin'

Put my barrel in the back of his mouth

And knocked his head out do or dead, now

Cold, he actually thought I would fold

So I tore him a new hole, word to nigga's soul

When I jump off, or I dump off, about eight rounds

Holdin' my spot down, I'ma knock down, about eight clowns

Nigga, don't you ever fuck around

With the four-pound token

Bonified thugster Brownsville slugger

(What)

Ex-mugger, for your knucka, bucka, bucka

Bitch motherfucker

(Fuck ya)

You musta bought a [unverified] in the heart

Flinch and I'ma tear your ass apart

Come on, straight like that, nigga

Firing Squad, nigga, ha-ha-hah

Hundred years and runnin' yeah

One of my motherfuckin' men, Flipper the Ripper

Y'know what I'm sayin', my nigga City, Teflon

Firing Squad, nigga, for life, yeah

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