Intro:
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Yeah, Firing Squad nigga. Teflon. Salute
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Hook:
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I got a ride
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You got a ride
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We got a ride, that hit up from both sides
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(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 that nigga Williams does his thang
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You see, I done stomped on 37 beats
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And I'm still stuck in the core of the streets (nigga)
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That's me, voted, most likely 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 motherfuckin' thugs here
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From ? buck ass wild Danz the rapid fire empire expands
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And, shortie take notice, my shit sold
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(Never went gold), but fuck it I'm still dope (broke)
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Don't pretend to be no millionaire
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I'm makin' dust somewhere, 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 is touchin' me so...
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Hook (X1.5)
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M.(blahaw)O.(blahaw)P.(will rock) what we bring (real rap)
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What you want (hip hop) here 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 consern me
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(The triple gold frame) walk with the bop gun cat name (Fame)
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Must maintain, 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 roobed by the ones you trust
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But y'all (dogs) soon will see (what's that?)
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What we bringin' to this 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, so...
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Hook
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Now throw your motherfuckin' hands up (for what?)
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Keep it simple, ask no questions
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We won't pop this Smith-N-Wesso at your temple
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(Do you know what we into?) Check the resemy
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We exchange slugs with the thuggish thug niggas around the way
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We still ill, Sometimes we deside to kill
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But we still in the vill, so sometimes we liable to steal
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Plus we bust, don't mistake us for no other
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Eye's screamin' like a demon
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Finger itchin' like a motherfucker
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Firing Squad, ill, ill Figure Nigger
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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 wanna get up in this thug life
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Hook
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Outro:
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Bobobobo Firing Squad nigga
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Yeah, world famous, international
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Bell ringin', gun slingin', downtown swingin'
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Ride
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| M.O.P. |
