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Intro:
Yeah, Firing Squad nigg*. Teflon. Salute
Hook:
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 nigg* Williams does his thang
You see, I done stomped on 37 beats
And I'm still stuck in the core of the streets (nigg*)
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 motherfkin' thugs here
From ? buck as* wild Danz the rapid fire empire expands
And, shortie take notice, my s**t sold
(Never went gold), but fk 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 is touchin' me so...
Hook (X1.5)
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 (s**t that I'm use to)
Now a days, rappers act pretty
Rap s**tty, 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 as* industry
Now (now) that's my destiny, although,
We know none of y'all wack is touchin' me, so...
Hook
Now throw your motherfkin' 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 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 motherfker
Firing Squad, ill, ill Figure nigg*r
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
Hook
Outro:
Bobobobo Firing Squad nigg*
Yeah, world famous, international
Bell ringin', gun slingin', downtown swingin'