Artist: M.O.P.

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Ride

Yeah Firing Squad nigga. Teflon. Salute

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...

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...

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

Bobobobo Firing Squad nigga
Yeah, world famous, international
Bell ringin', gun slingin', downtown swingin'

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Other Songs by this Artist

1. 1/2 And 1/2
2. 4 Alarm Blaze
3. Ante Up (Remix)
4. Ante Up (Robbing-Hoodz Theory)
5. Background Niggaz
6. Blue Steel
7. Born 2 Kill
8. Breakin’ The Rules
9. Brownsville
10. Calm Down
11. Cold as Ice
12. Cold World
13. Downtown Swinga 96
14. Face Off
15. Follow Instructions
16. Foundation
17. G Building
18. Handle UR Bizness
19. Home Sweet Home
20. How About Some Hardcore
21. I Luv
22. My Kinda Nigga Part II
23. My Nigga Hillfigga
24. New Jack City
25. New York Salute
26. Nig-Gotiate
27. Nothing 2 Lose
28. O.C.M.O.P.
29. Old Timerz
30. On the Front Line
31. Operation Lockdown
32. Power
33. Ride
34. Roll Call
35. Salute Part II
36. Stick To Ya Gunz
37. To The Death
38. Warriorz
39. Way Of The World
40. Welcome to Brownsville
41. What The Future Holds
42. World Famous