M.O.P.

M.O.P. - Ride lyrics

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

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