Ride with Us - M.O.P.

Firing Squad nigga

Firing Squad!

Uh, First Family

Top notch nigga

BD, uh

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’mma 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!

CHORUS 2X: Fame and Bill Danze

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 fuck

Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck !!

Ha Ha!

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 Firng 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!

(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 unneccessary, buries, but we still manage to shine

(Take a life son) Fuck 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 fuck 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, hah, what it’s gon be

I’mma be leavin you leakin with clip in the palmy

I’mma 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 fuck around and start a war here

(We bust back) Collapse, I’m rated R

Bringin it real strong cuz you niggas still gon hit me pa

Y’all want me, come find me motherfucker

Heh heh, 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