Fire 创作者：
M.o.p.

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调：C minor

Verse 1
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Yeahhh! Firing Squad
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(You motherfuckers get up) Back in the
motherfuckin
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(You motherfuckers get up!)Dungeon,
nigga
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(Get up nigga! GET THE FUCK  UP!)
{FI- YAHHHHHHH} HeheheheheHEHE, geah!
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Get in yo'   ass nigga
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Firing Squad huh?  Let's go,
let's go, let's go!
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{FI- YAHHHHHHH} M dot,
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O dot, P dot, we got
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Nigga! Do,   flippa{?}, uh, ohh

Verse 2
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Excuse  me,
I'm here to earn a mere buck or two
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It's Bill Diggy niggy, who
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the fuck  are you?
Nigga where yo' soldiers at?
Dem vultures you ride with?
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The niggas you coincide with,
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you don't wanna collide with
(M!) Exclude them,
they already know the name
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They already know the game,
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they already know  we flame
{FI- YAHHHHHHH} It's tricky,
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they put 'em   in boots
And camoflauge suits,
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and they still can't get with  me
I'm wicked, look at the way I rip it
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I'm   off- balance, I'm mentally challenged,
but I'm gifted
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(IT'S ON YOU!) You know how we do
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I'll get at yo' crew,
with a little twenty- two (hahahahaHA!)
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The question is - where
the fuck it came from?
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Why the fuck you banged him,
and who the fuck untamed him?
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And why can't they restrain
him?
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There's somethin goin on with this kid
Look in his eyes, he's angry as shit,
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spittin'

Verse 3
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{FI- YAHHHHHHH}
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Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Nigga
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B- R, O, W- N- S- V, I-    L- L- E,
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motherfucker we spittin'
{FI- YAHHH} Hahahahahaha!
Cobra- ass nigga,
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NIGGA! (Yeah) NIGGA!

Verse 4

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Yo, let's go!

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I have the

Verse 5
mind,
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of a sick psychiatric
{?} perish, with my tactic
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Terminate, exhale, I bust brain cells
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I'm international,
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my name rings bells
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This ain't the battle of the beach
homeboy, this is a war
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Live nigga rap, straight from the Bricks,
we got the raw
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Fuck a watered down rapper
on your hot five at four
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We live  from the crackhouse, push
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your money through the door
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This  is (FI- YAHHHHHHH) we
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give a fuck about your rag
You motherfuckers made
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New York look bad
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With all   you gangsta- ass, Michael,
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gorillas recognize my    M.O
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Or bitch come see me, and Fizzy Wo'
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Nigga sixteen bars'll get you caught
up - this ain't Mickey D's
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But fuck around,
and I'll super- size your order
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Pop shit  I'm poppin hollows in you
niggas 'tinue to serve
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When the Desert burn whoever's
left on the menu
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First Fam', we don't start wars with you,
but my dogs will
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Lock jaw with you,
pop pop pop, {?} witchu
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We get love  in the cracks of the hood,
and they need love
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So we    just spit it back to the hood,
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motherfucker    we spittin'

Verse 6
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{FI-  YAHHH} Yeah! Yeah! O!
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B-    R, O, W- N- S- V, I-    L- L- E,
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motherfucker we spittin'
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{FI- YAHHHHHHH} Get yo' ass up,
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nigga!
AOWWWWW What? What? What-
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what- what- what- what, ow, oh,

Verse 7
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What happened to the   M.O.
(P!)
Nigga we make history
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You don't know? Then find yo'
ass on Unsolved Mystery
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When the gun blow (the gun
blow rapidly)
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It's a twenty- one gun   dispute when your troops,
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come after me
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You gotta be    a thorough dude my borough rules,
live motivators
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Fuck a driveby, we walk up,
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look you in yo' eye and dump  {FI- YAHHHHHHH}

Verse 8
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And that's whassup, so
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nigga whattup?
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You know we reppin B- R, O,
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W- N- S- V, I-    L- L- E,  ho yeah!
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You know  the motherfuckin style,
my goons is wild
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We turn this whole,
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motherfucker into the OK  Corral
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(So what it's gon' be
bitch?) Nigga look into this
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What a ri    diculous,
conspicious son of a bitch you is
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We was trainin,
count your revolver shots when you pop 'em
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Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
(BUKKA- BUKKA- BU- BUKKA DROP HIM!)
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Spittin'

Verse 9
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{FI- YAHHHHHHH} Wha, whoo,
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wha,  ha, ha, ha! Nigga
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B-    R, O, W- N- S- V, I-    L- L- E,
motherfucker we spittin
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{FI- YAHHHHHHH} Whoo! What,
nigga?
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B-    R, O, W- N- S- V, I-    L- L- E,
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motherfucker we spittin
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Verse 10
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{FI- YAHHH} HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ride
out nigga
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(It's the way of the world nigga) Yeah!
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Fall up out this bitch
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(Sopranos!) C'mon
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(Oh! Oh! Oh!   Oh! Oh! Oh!)