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| M.O.P. Miscellaneous Ride Yeah Firing Squad nigga. Teflon. Salute 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... 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... 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 Bobobobo Firing Squad nigga Yeah, world famous, international Bell ringin', gun slingin', downtown swingin' |
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