Ride 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, its the way of the world, right
And cant nobody change, the way that nigga williams does his thang
You see, I done stomped on 37 beats
And Im still stuck in the core of the streets (nigga)
Thats me, voted, most likely to squeeze (blahaw)
Now Im worth 6 hundered gs
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 Im still dope (broke)
Dont pretend to be no millionaire
Im makin dust somewhere, in the 7th coll on the third tear (yeah)
See thats 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 Im 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 yall (dogs) soon will see (whats that? )
What we bringin to this sheisty ass industry
Now (now) thats my destiny, although,
We know none of yall wack niggas is touchin me, so...
Hook
Now throw your motherfuckin hands up (for what? )
Keep it simple, ask no questions
We wont 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, dont mistake us for no other
Eyes 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 dont wanna get up in this thug life
Hook
Outro:
Bobobobo firing squad nigga
Yeah, world famous, international
Bell ringin, gun slingin, downtown swingin