M.o.p. - Ride With Us lyrics

Firing squad n***a Firing squad! Uh, first family Top notch n***a Bd, uh [billy danze] 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 f**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 f**ing wit me So i brought my cousins wit me >from now on they gon be thuggin wit me Eyes and ears n***a, blunts and beers n***a For months and years it been blood, sweat and tears n***a, raise your metal for firing squad royalty First family, royalty, holla! Chorus 2x: fame and bill danze How many n***as plan to ride wit us (ride wit us) How many n***as came to die wit us (die wit us) Pop shots n***a, we don't give a f** Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck !! ha ha! [lil fame] This is only the beginning, you aint 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 d**h, 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 aint 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 b**h wit him, wit d** in her bra Brooklyn, brainiest, blast Aint nothing changed since that n***a been past Sound, pound, make you wanna bark Specialized by firing squad, the underdogs, c'mon! Chorus 2x [billy danze] (it's the firing squad a**a**ins) Ghetto blastin Operation ran by your man toucan dance for thug fashion (criminal pa**ion) top of the line It's unneccessary, buries, but we still manage to shine (take a life son) f** 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 f** 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 [lil fame] 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 n***a, hah, 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 f** around and start a war here (we bust back) collapse, i'm rated r Bringin it real strong cuz you n***as still gon hit me pa Y'all want me, come find me motherf**er Chorus 2x Heh heh, how many n***as Ride wit us Can you ride Firing squad n***a Yeah! wit us! First family, murder Top notch n***a You know the rules of the motherf**ing game C'mon!