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
when it kicks back is sexy
I put you motherfuckers
back on the real tip
And get to splitting a nigga's shit
(Ain't nothin' changed)
I take you motherfuckers back to '86
And get to dumpin' off a clip
(You know the game)
You wanna test me? (You gotta) Wait
your turn B
There's a long line of niggas
that's ready to burn 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 rep
The brown- skinned cat with a helluva side step,
yep
Berkowitz (retreat)
I would never be disconnected
from these streets
Its deep, as the (ocean) and my (potion)
Is to (know when) to spit fire
Nigga (nigga)
The rules of the motherfucking game
Make way, bitch,
I'm coming through
I'm Fizzy Wo', dawg,
who the fuck are you?
Y'all niggas be, listenin',
to that false information
Here's your invitation
Thugs know home team from the
BK make move niggas
Run with them guns bust off like John Woo
Try to sabotage the game,
I'ma start somethin'
Try to sabotage 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 loc,
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, you,
you against me, too (nigga)
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 missing
Put the barrel of my hammer
in his mouth
And knocked the back of his head
out, do or dead now
Cold, he actually thought I would fold
So I tore him a new hole,
word to niggas' soul
When I jump off, I'ma 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 (what) Brownsville
slugger
Ex- mugger (Uh), for your knucka (yeah)
Bucka (bucka), bucka (bucka), bitch motherfucker
(fucker)
You musta bought a can of heart
Flinch and I'ma tear your ass apart
(come on)
Straight like that, nigga (Firing Squad,
nigga)
Ha- ha- ha- ha- ha- ha- ha- ha- ha
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
True to life
M.o.p. 
