M.O.P. - Ride With Us Lyrics
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Ride With Us
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What Are The Lyrics For Ride With Us By M.O.P.?
Firing Squad nigga, Firing Squad
'First Family', top notch nigga, BD I used to have so much confidence in myself But now my game is changed and my pain's been felt My hand's been dealt but it was a missed deal And words won't express the way a man William feel I came up with them thugs, I grew up in that mud Got my hands covered in blood, to stay Above the world (To see a better day) Please my children need and I can't find a fuckin' way What can I say, I'ma stressed ghetto soldier I'm shell shocked from a back block off Saratoga Remember what I told ya, I'm thirsty now In fact I feel like everybody's out to hurt me now Roll wit me now, am I the only cat that never see The M slash O dash P on your TV and the Industry Keep fucking wit me, so I brought my cousins wit me From now on they gon' be thuggin' wit me Eyes and ears, nigga, blunts and beers, nigga For months and years it been Blood, Sweat and Tears Nigga, raise your metal for Firing Squad royalty 'First Family', royalty, holla How many niggas plan to ride wit us? (Ride wit us) How many niggas came to die wit us? (Die wit us) Pop shots nigga, we don't give a f*ck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck How many niggas plan to ride wit us? (Ride wit us) How many niggas came to die wit us? (Die wit us) Pop shots nigga, we don't give a f*ck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck This is only the beginning, you ain't know one was comin' Stand face to me, no more runnin' Back from hell, the dramatic, automatic Rap track flippin' acrobatic Yo we been in this game for damn near a whole decade To the death 'til the Firing Squad, cop the next tape Brownsville slugger, knucka up in the house Had a rumble with the Grim Reaper, knuckled it out This ain't for you big willies, this is for my small paws Thuggin' wit guns in they draws Go against the grain, break all laws And keep a bitch wit him, wit drugs in her bra Brooklyn, brainiest, blast Ain't nothing changed since that nigga been past Sound, pound, make you wanna bark Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon How many niggas plan to ride wit us? (Ride wit us) How many niggas came to die wit us? (Die wit us) Pop shots nigga, we don't give a f*ck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck How many niggas plan to ride wit us? (Ride wit us) How many niggas came to die wit us? (Die wit us) Pop shots nigga, we don't give a f*ck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck (It's the Firing Squad assassins) Ghetto blastin' Operation' ran by your man toucan, dance for thug fashion (Criminal passion) Top of the line, it's unnecessary, buries but we still manage to shine (Take a life son) F*ck that You know the verdict your only a soldier duke but don't get murdered You heard I was raised with the elements, it's William And if you feel him then don't f*ck with my intelligence I'm from the Ville (That's home) I holds my own being that my father's reflection have connected And roam, blow 'em and check 'em wit chrome, have ya heard of me I heard you wanna hit me, split me, murder me So I, regulate, designate, demonstrate Blow back you fools wit tools, set 'em straight What you want nigga? What it's gon' be? I'ma be leavin' you leakin' with clip in the palmy I'ma son of a gun, a automatic 4 5th Gun shots let off for my dogs, leave your boy stiff Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare Play a part 'fore you f*ck around and start a war here (We bust back) Collapse, I'm rated are, bringin' it real strong 'cause you niggas Still gon' hit me pa, y'all want me, come find me motherfucker How many niggas plan to ride wit us? (Ride wit us) How many niggas came to die wit us? (Die wit us) Pop shots nigga, we don't give a f*ck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck How many niggas plan to ride wit us? (Ride wit us) How many niggas came to die wit us? (Die wit us) Pop shots nigga, we don't give a f*ck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck How many niggas, ride wit us, can you ride? Firing Squad nigga Yeah, wit us, 'First Family', murder, top notch nigga You know the rules of the motherfucking game, c'mon |
Who Wrote Ride With Us By M.O.P.?
E. Murry, J. Grinnage, L. Elliott, Eric Murry, Jamal Ginnage, L Elliot
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