Chorus:
 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
 Billy Danze: Handle your business
 Can't get your grip
 M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
 Lil' Fame: Ghetto people  your dreams have now been fulfilled
 Grip your steel
 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
 Billy Danze: Handle your business
 Can't get your grip
 M.O.P: Can I get a witness?!
 Lil' Fame: Ghetto people  your dreams have now been fulfilled
 Back out your steel

 Rah*echoes*

 Verse one: Lil' Fame

 What the rawdog feelin?
 An author like, Terry McMillan
 The cat that, maniac
 My fam dark as death in less than a minute
 (The world stop spinnin)
 The Rapid FIRING SQUAD
 Keep on mix fire and (hard to kill)
 Loud wires and bombs, firing arms
 Look, we all for it
 Its the dutch burning herbalice
 Gallon drinkin alcoholics
 Walk through your toughest pack of goons with my chain out
 Kept it real ever since the first jam came out
 FIRST FAMILY turned this whole rap game out
 Sheisty individuals, tryin to wipe my name out
 But they don't fuck around cause they know I back that thing out
 And try to mark em off when the gun shots ring out
 And in the myst of black, kid I'ma try to wipe they name out
 And keep on dubbin till I break a fucking spring out

 Chorus

 Verse two: Billy Danze

 You motherfuckas better raise up (they already did)
 WHO THAT? The '87 stick up kids (we're back!)
 I'm hopin that your focused on the side
 Cause frontin on me and my, mad niggaz die
 Is this hiphop? Hell no, this is war
 I've been trying to tell you that since ? rocked some hardcore
 You don't listen. See, gee
 I'm on a mission. Look, be
 They gonna find your ass missing
 Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained
 A strange, but a strong game
 (That can't change!)
 The real ghetto bad shit for blastin, subtractin
 Those that ain't matchin my fashion I'm mashin
 (Retality's real) Fatality's ill
 When your stash in my path then your stash is a raw deal
 (Clap, clap) Get your gat
 (Buckabuckabubububububububuckabucka) blow, blow, get the fuck back

 Chorus

 Verse Three:

 Lil' Fame: FACE MINE Cause I'm here
 Dog its' all clear
 Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a snare
 Then the wanna doubt The Kid
 Who analyze this whole fucking shit?
 Trying to make somethin out of it
 Explode quicker than landmines
 M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and cause landslides
 Bump this in your Lex coupe
 Or your Lex hoop
 Danze, finish em, twenty-one gun salute
 (The Crew)

 Billy Danze: How many niggas runnin with me? *pause* (this few)
 A hundred niggaz gunnin with me *pause* (to shoot)
 Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy
 At point-blank range, deliverin the penalty
 AIN'T NOTHING BUT THE THUGS
 Slangin out hollow slugs
 (Nigga), anti-love keepin it real (Thug, let em slide today)
 I'm known best for leavin em stretchin like Doc Holliday
 Salute! *main beat stops, baseline continues*
 *beat comes back in