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m o p - ride lyrics

intro:
yeah, firing squad n-gg-. 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 n-body change, the way that n-gg- williams does his thang
you see, i done stomped on 37 beats
and i’m still stuck in the core of the streets (n-gg-)
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 motherf-ckin’ thugs here
from? buck -ss wild danz the rapid fire empire expands
and, shortie take notice, my sh-t sold
(never went gold), but f-ck 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 n-gg-s 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 (sh-t that i’m use to)
now a days, rappers act pretty
rap sh-tty, lost in this new jack city
talkin’ bout all the (cars you l-st)
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 -ss industry
now (now) that’s my destiny, although,
we know none of y’all wack n-gg-s is touchin’ me, so…

hook

now throw your motherf-ckin’ 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 n-gg-s 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 motherf-cker
firing squad, ill, ill figure n-gg-r
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 n-gg-
yeah, world famous, international
bell ringin’, gun slingin’, downtown swingin’

- m o p lyrics

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