Famous Lyrics - Singles - R.p

"World... world... world... world..." 

Whattup? Aight? 

Whattup whattup whattup niggy? 

It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad 

(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin' house?) No question! 

It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad 

(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin' house?) No question! 

It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) doin our thang 

Recruitin and salutin real niggaz like Wu bang (salute!) 

Billy Danze hard to notice when I'm mellow 

Makin moves smoother than Jimmy Fingers in Good fellow 

Never gassed to do, what I have to do 

Splashin you, blastin you, takin your stash from you 

International, bell ringa ruckus bringa 

(Downtown Swinga) exercisin my index finga 

Sayin 'Whassup?' to the people that though we'd desert em 

"Hardcore" was raw but we got more to hurt em 

Firing Squad all up in your district (last album was foul) 

But yet some missed it, bet they gon' get with this shit 

(Who's in the house?) It's the last generation 

Real ill niggaz from the field you'll be facin 

Ninety-six flavor for your neighbor, how ya like us now? 

(Bucka-Bucka-Bla-Blucka-Bla-Blucka-Bucka-BLAOW!) 

It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad 

(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin' house?) No question! 

It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad 

(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin' house?) No question! 

Bust it, who stepped out the woodworks and give 

Villains Vietnam flashbacks of doin all that hood dirt 

The M (BLAOW) O (BLAOW) P still bangin 

What's strange ain't nuttin changed, them bells still rangin 

You want to be drug dealing, fuck killing, wack rappers are foul 

And plus that shit you talk is out of bounds 

Ask yourself is you ready for action packed in 

Gettin blasted with your whole ribcage crashed in 

I'm outspoken, niggaz Language is Broken 

Record labels need to stop that wack shit they be promotin 

See me knowin me G I drop physical science 

This lethal rap appliance'll fuck up your whole alliance 

This is the way we BRING THINGS, check out how we SWING THINGS 

M.O.P. be having shit jumping way up in Sing-Sing 

A new star is born, peace to Teflon 

I'ma blow up the East when we release the bomb 

It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad 

(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin' house?) No question! 

It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad 

(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin' house?) No question! 

It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad 

(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin' house?) No question! 

It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad 

(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin' house?) No question! 

Same niggaz got my back and 

Still blue steel we're packin' 

Same hardcore raps and 

Still focused on makin' it happen, WHATTUP? 

They want to see us 

Tell em hold on 

M.O.P. is back and, that's one to grow on 

The four pound move, rugged rounds that down fools 

Rough enough to make the whole fuckin' ground move 

Representin' and it ain't playin' War Games 

With nuttin' to lose 

I put him on snooze and blow out his brains 

(Lil' Fame!) Kick back and watch how it go down 

We here so beware, prepare for the throwdown 

Crooklyn Crooks, is the ones that blew em 

We live in it so I'ma give it to em 

Bring it to em raw (that's how you bring it) 

Bring it to em raw (let the real nigga swing it) 

Bring it to em raw 

Give it to em ruff rugged and fat 

Where you at? 

Where you at? 

Where you at? 

Where you at? 

It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad 

(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin' house?) No question! 

It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad 

(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin' house?) No question! 

It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad 

(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin' house?) No question! 

It's the world's famous (M.O.P.) Firing Squad 

(Is Home Team in the motherfuckin' house?) No question!