Chorus:
  (sample)This is what you waited all year for, the hardcore
  Firing Squad! Firing Hard!
  
  I'm top of the line, realistic and rugged never smooth
  Ring ding! Ring ding! M.O.P. coming through
  Guns and roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
  For real!
  Say what, say what, say what?
  I'm packing blue steel
  Drama lord, ice master, quick to blast ya
  Thoroughbreds with hearts cold as Alaska
  F-A-G's get bust down to they knees
  M.O.P. to the death kid
  Yeah, cock then squeeze
  
  (Lil' Fame)
  I'm here to make moves and never fake moves
  I like to break fools in half, put 'em on they ass
  If they never paid dues
  It's time! To get rid of your fly talk
  Fuckin' with Fame, you'll be the next stain on the sidewalk
  I make 'em simmer down whenever I'm in the town
  Speak for my love thug niggas in the ground
  I'm dedicated, never been over-challenged
  My over-violent lyrics will knock you off of balance
  I'll wet MC's like Vietnamese
  But yet they freeze like coke
  When they provoke me to squeeze
  Lil' Fame represent the turf
  With thugs so hard they put scars on the face of the Earth
  Out to hit ya! Split ya! Hell when I get ya!
  Fuck a frame, I'll blow your ass out the picture
  So keep your eyes focused on this overdose of dopeness
  Coming through to a hip-hop spot near you
  
  Chorus
  
  Yo, it's the world's famous niggas born to kill
  From the ill side of town, so you best get your steel
  It's ill, the street life is real son
  You shouldn't have to go get a _______ fool
  Stick to ya guns!
  Now! Lifestyles of a ghetto child
  Representing for ill crews, and
  Kid I ain't got nothing to lose
  I been there, to my peoples up in them cells
  Up in them jails, ringing bells
  Clack Clack!! Salute!! Raise hell!!
  
  (Billy Danze)
  I believe you're dope (dope) yep (yep)
  But you can't fuck around (fuck around)
  And take a lock to half actual natural sound
  Damn bad! Motherfucker we didn't leave
  We just laid back in the cut
  Stuck some shit up our sleeve
  Please, we don't roll deep, we squeeze
  But make to flip
  I'll have enough niggas around to sink a fucking ship
  What! I feel is What! I do
  And G I see I'ma have to straighten your ass out too
  I wish I would let a nigga take mine
  When my niggas is niggas that live on the front line
  The hardcore, raw Brownsville B-Boy
  Quick on the draw like the late great Prince Leroy
  When my nigga was on the scene
  More ammunition passed through his hands than the average Marine
  From the Hill part fool where they still start the ruckus
  Firing Squad!!
  Kill a whole heap of you motherfuckers