Ride 创作者:
M.o.p.
M.o.p.

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Verse 1
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Intro:
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Yeah Firing Squad nigga.
Teflon. Salute
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Verse 2
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Hook:
I got a ride
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You got a ride
We got a ride that hit up from
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both sides
Verse 3
(X 1.5)
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Yo it's the way of the world right
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And can't nobody change the way
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that nigga Williams does his thang
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You see I done stomped on
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37 beats
And I'm still stuck in the core of the
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streets (nigga)
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That's me voted most likely
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to squeeze (blahaw)
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Now I'm worth 6 hundered G's
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Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
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Plus I got all my mother
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fuckin' thugs here
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From ? buck ass wild Danz the
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rapid fire empire expands
And, shortie take notice,
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my shit sold
(Never went gold), but fuck it I'm
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still dope (broke)
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Don't pretend to be no millionaire
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I'm makin' dust somewhere,
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in the 7th coll on the third tear (yeah)
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See that's my destiny, although
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We know none of the wack niggas
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is touchin' me so...
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Verse 4
Hook (X1.5)
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M.(blahaw)O.(blahaw)P.(will rock) what
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we
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bring (real rap)
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What you want (hip hop) here
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it is (feel that)
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Roll with me, on this hip hop journey
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I represent mine and whatever
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con cern me
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(The triple gold frame) walk with
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the bop gun cat name (Fame)
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Must main tain,
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now I was raised in my (days)
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On, BDP, Rakim and The Juice
Crew (shit that I'm use to)
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Now a days, rappers act pretty
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Rap shitty, lost in this New Jack City
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Talkin' bout all the (cars you lust)
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Guns you bust and still get
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roobed by the ones you trust
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But y'all (dogs) soon will
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see (what's that?)
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What we bringin' to this
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sheisty ass industry
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Now (now) that's my destiny,
although,
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We know none of y'all wack niggas is touchin' me,
Interlude 1
so...
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Verse 5
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Hook
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Now throw your motherfuckin'
hands up (for what?)
Keep it simple, ask no questions
We won't pop this Smith-
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N- Wesso at your temple
(Do you know what we
into?) Check the resemy
We exchange slugs with the thuggish thug
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niggas around the way
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We still ill, Sometimes we decide to kill
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But we still in the vill,
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so sometimes we liable to steal
Plus we bust,
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don't mistake us for no other
Eye's screamin' like a demon
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Finger itchin' like a motherfucker
Firing Squad, ill, ill Figure Nigger
Real we come up we homicide,
we ride for the kill (buckbuckbuckbuckbuckbuck)
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Black, emptyin' on sight,
use your head
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You don't want to get up
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in this thug life
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Hook
Verse 6
Outro:
Bobobobo Firing Squad nigga
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Yeah, world famous, international
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Bell ringin', gun slingin',
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downtown swingin'
Outro 1
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