Tytuł: Ride

• Wykonawca: M.O.P.
• Wyświetleń: 248

  
   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'