M.O.P. Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Ride Lyrics

Intro: 

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'