M.O.P. - Ride With Us Lyrics

Writer(s) : J. GRINNAGE / E. MURRY / L. ELLIOTT
Artist: M.O.P. Lyrics
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Album: Track 10 on First Family 4 Life
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Firing Squad *****, Firing Squad
'First Family', top notch *****, 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 ****in' 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 ****ing wit me, so I brought my cousins wit me
From now on they gon' be thuggin' wit me

Eyes and ears, *****, blunts and beers, *****
For months and years it been Blood, Sweat and Tears
*****, raise your metal for Firing Squad royalty
'First Family', royalty, holla

How many *****s plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many *****s came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots *****, we don't give a ****
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

How many *****s plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many *****s came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots *****, we don't give a ****
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 ***** wit him, wit drugs in her bra

Brooklyn, brainiest, blast
Ain't nothing changed since that ***** been past
Sound, pound, make you wanna bark
Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon

How many *****s plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many *****s came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots *****, we don't give a ****
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

How many *****s plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many *****s came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots *****, we don't give a ****
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

(It's the Firing Squad ***assins)
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)
**** 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 **** 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 *****? 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 **** around and start a war here
(We bust back)
Collapse, I'm rated are, bringin' it real strong 'cause you *****s
Still gon' hit me pa, y'all want me, come find me ************

How many *****s plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many *****s came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots *****, we don't give a ****
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

How many *****s plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many *****s came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots *****, we don't give a ****
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

How many *****s, ride wit us, can you ride? Firing Squad *****
Yeah, wit us, 'First Family', murder, top notch *****
You know the rules of the **********ing game, c'mon


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