M.O.P.

M.O.P. - Ride lyrics

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Yeah  Firing Squad nigga. Teflon. Salute

 Hook:
 I got a ride
 You got a ride
 We got a ride  that hit up from both sides
 (X 1.5)

 Yo  it's the way of the world  right
 And can't nobody change  the way that nigga Williams does his thang
 You see  I done stomped on 37 beats
 And I'm still stuck in the core of the streets (nigga)
 That's me  voted  most likely to squeeze (blahaw)
 Now I'm worth 6 hundered G's
 Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
 Plus I got all my motherfuckin' thugs here
 From ? buck ass wild Danz the rapid fire empire expands
 And, shortie take notice, my shit sold
 (Never went gold), but fuck it I'm still dope (broke)
 Don't pretend to be no millionaire
 I'm makin' dust somewhere, in the 7th coll on the third tear (yeah)
 See that's my destiny, although
 We know none of the wack niggas is touchin' me so...

 Hook (X1.5)

 M.(blahaw)O.(blahaw)P.(will rock) what we bring (real rap)
 What you want (hip hop) here it is (feel that)
 Roll with me, on this hip hop journey
 I represent mine and whatever consern me
 (The triple gold frame) walk with the bop gun cat name (Fame)
 Must maintain, now I was raised in my (days)
 On, BDP, Rakim and The Juice Crew (shit that I'm use to)
 Now a days, rappers act pretty
 Rap shitty, lost in this New Jack City
 Talkin' bout all the (cars you lust)
 Guns you bust and still get roobed by the ones you trust
 But y'all (dogs) soon will see (what's that?)
 What we bringin' to this sheisty ass industry
 Now (now) that's my destiny, although,
 We know none of y'all wack niggas is touchin' me, so...

 Hook

 Now throw your motherfuckin' hands up (for what?)
 Keep it simple, ask no questions
 We won't pop this Smith-N-Wesso at your temple
 (Do you know what we into?) Check the resemy
 We exchange slugs with the thuggish thug niggas around the way
 We still ill, Sometimes we deside to kill
 But we still in the vill, so sometimes we liable to steal
 Plus we bust, don't mistake us for no other
 Eye's screamin' like a demon
 Finger itchin' like a motherfucker
 Firing Squad, ill, ill Figure Nigger
 Real we come up we homicide, we ride for the kill (buckbuckbuckbuckbuckbuck)
 Black, emptyin' on sight, use your head
 You don't wanna get up in this thug life

 Hook

 Outro:
 Bobobobo Firing Squad nigga
 Yeah, world famous, international
 Bell ringin', gun slingin', downtown swingin
Get this song at:
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Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: 800Lb Gorillas

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Released in: 2003

Language: English

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