Teflon

(feat. M.O.P.)
Yeah, Firing Squad, comin at you
Question
[Chorus x2: M.O.P.]
[Fame] Do you want the rawness?
[Mash] NO DOUBT, GIVE IT TO ME, DELIVER IT TO ME, FEEL ME?
[Fame] Do you want the rawness?
[Mash] NO DOUBT, GIVE IT TO ME, DELIVER IT TO ME, FEEL ME?
[Verse One: Lil Fame]
We pulled up on the scene (mean) jumped off the Ninjas
Stepped through the door and tore the shit off the hinges
(SURRENDER!) Listen here, live niggaz stand up
(THROW YO HANDS UP, klak klak) keep em there
(ITS A SHOWDOWN) MCs get they caps twist
Fuckin with this, lyricist, that rap with the lisp
Im only five feet, and about six inches
But Im still the first to burst the first nigga that flinches
Manslaughter rappers by the alphabet (IM OUT TO GET)
A million plus, let my guns bust (THEN IM OUT THIS SHIT)
Write editorial, killin em dead
Throwin these lyrical doe blows to the head that slaughter you
Its the bell-ringin, gun-slingin, "Downtown Swingin"
Brownsville slugger ex-mutha-for-ya-nucca
So come correctly when testin this
Memories of my enemies rest in piss
[Chorus: Tef instead of Fame]
[Verse Two: Teflon]
Uhh, uhh
I hit the public with a freestyle, rock them, left my mark
Staked my claim up in this here game, Fame gave me the start
Gettin hype yo, put it in nitro, goin psycho on the low
A lot of yall niggaz predicted that I might blow
Whoever heard of me know I give tracks, 3rd degree burns
Give me a turn to earn mine, hurt em internally
Acapella, to keep it locked forever for this cheese
Now Jay-Z what if they dont freeze, then Ima Roc-A-Fella
To all my lil Gs holdin steel on parole
Who wont give a fuck, who smoke trees and take golden seals
Who hold the Ville down, Home Team keep my chrome clean
Catch me out there blowin for the cream (thats right)
Never fold, some say Im a role model behind the scenes
All I want is the cream, a warm pussy and a cold bottle
Yall know my motto, bring it at them for the platinum
Keep a tight ass, Danze, bring in the anthem
[Chorus: Danze instead of Tef]
[Verse Three: Billy Danze]
Yo here we go again! (Here we go again) Aint nuttin happenin
Son (son) we just rappin to be rappin
Hardcore is what we know, its our life and our music
We put it on wax, and the mainstream refuse it
{? dont use it) to glamourfy the rest
While we, the First Family is livin with stress
Weve been blessed, with infrared, to see through you
My people got talent, thats un-believe-able
(But still) they wont give us no leeway
So we DECIDE to RIDE the M.O.P. way
Dominatin (uhh) regulatin (yeahh)
Non move fakin (yeahh) Im talkin rapid record breakin (cmon)
You come across town from cute, and youll find Bill
In the Ville where it feels like Beirut
SALUTE! Remember Ill dismember your legs
The Firing Squad member need bread...
[ Rawness Lyrics ]