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Viewing Lyrics for Ride:

Artist:MOP
Taken from the album Soul In the Hole soundtrack by MOP
Album:Soul In the Hole soundtrack
Track:Ride
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:2


 
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
 
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