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family - z (of firing squad) lyrics

[intro: carl goodman (christopher lloyd)]
piranha hunt in packs * not for protection, but for overwhelming force. they’re organized, methodical. the first bite draws blood. the blood draws the pack

[chorus: z]
p*p*p*p*p*p*p*put the body in the coffin for ’em
hold the chopper phone fam
run up on the iperform
better call the doctor for your fans
body in the coffin for ’em
hold the chopper phone fam
run up on the iperform
better call the doctor for your fans

[verse 1: lon gotti]
if you ain’t ride for your family who you repping for?
scared to rack it what the f*ck you got that weapon for?
grab the mic and rap my life like (z press record)
i ain’t never falling back, i keep pressing forward
i’m a p, it ain’t my fault i’m who she checking for
ain’t n0body checking me, you better check the wh0re
i’m too busy counting up so i can’t check the score
this repetition how i kick the sh*t like checking for
i let this trigga blow ’bout my n*gga roll
i’m riding with ’em right or wrong, that’s my n*gga though
ain’t no hoes in my clique, even my b*tch’ll blow
up the chopper, shock a b*tch with this extension pole
i said “b*tch i’m plugged in, no extension cord”
hit her with this dope d*ck she keep itching for
hit that bag and run it up until i hit the forbes
let that chopper mop a n*gga like the kitchen floor
[chorus: z]
p*p*p*p*p*p*p*put the body in the coffin for ’em
hold the chopper phone fam
run up on the iperform
better call the doctor for your fans
body in the coffin for ’em
hold the chopper phone fam
run up on the iperform
better call the doctor for your fans

[bridge: lon gotti]
on my mu’f*cking family we gon’ murder this b*tch
we ride around with a blammy and some herb and a stick
he catch my family at the front do’
catch my family at the front do’
for my motherf*cking family we gon’ murder this b*tch
we ride around with a blammy and some herb and a stick
he catch my family at the front do’
catch my family at the front do’
agh

[verse 2: z]
i ain’t no k!ller but don’t push me
this family only
i ain’t f*cking with you p*ssies, my family know me
i’m right now, know i would be
you gotta show me
i’m talking ’bout how i could be
i’m active rolling
arrive my people like a mall, they bust past
and treat the 25 like a eagle and watch it park like a bus crash
aye
they don’t want me on they head with this whiplash
but they probably want me dead with they b*tch ass
loyal to soil ’cause the groove from the dirt were boiled
talk like “where my chips at”?
i’m rocks and aluminum foil
put in some block, i couldn’t stop ya
you hear me talking loyal
(mobbing with a stopper probably hold us at a rosters boil)
my lingo awkward and my posture look like gargoyle
crack it like it’s hard*boiled
low*lance
i’m tall broil
how to saw oil
now hoping that my car loyal
my people hard*boiled
but sh*t get dark like car oil
[chorus: z]
p*p*p*p*p*p*p*put the body in the coffin for ’em
hold the chopper phone fam
run up on the iperform
better call the doctor for your fans
body in the coffin for ’em
hold the chopper phone fam
run up on the iperform
better call the doctor for your fans

- z of firing squad lyrics

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