Ride lyrics

by

RZA


[Intro]
Yeah, Firing Squad n*gga. Teflon. Salute

[Hook - repeat 1.5X]
I got a ride
You got a ride
We got a ride, that hit up from both sides

[Billy Danze]
Yo, it's the way of the world, right
And can't nobody change, the way that n*gga Williams does his thang
You see, I done stomped on 37 beats
And I'm still stuck in the core of the streets (n*gga)
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 motherf*ckin' thugs here
First Family style buck ass wild Danz the rapid fire empire expands
And, shortie take notice, my sh*t sold
(Never went gold), but f*ck it I'm still dope (broke)
Don't pretend to be no millionaire
I'm makin' dust somewhere, in the 7th cell on the third tier (yeah)
See that's my destiny, although
We know none of the wack n*ggas is touchin' me so...

[Hook]
[Lil Fame]
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 concern 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 (sh*t that I'm use to)
Now a days, rappers act pretty
Rap sh*tty, lost in this New Jack City
Talkin' bout all the (cars you lust)
Guns you bust and still get robbed by the ones you trust
But y'all (thugs) 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 n*ggas is touchin' me, so...

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
Now throw your motherf*ckin' hands up (for what?)
Keep it simple, ask no questions
We won't pop this Smith-N-Wesson at your temple
(Do you know what we into?) Check the resume
We exchange slugs with the thuggish thug n*ggas around the way
We still ill, Sometimes we deside to kill
But we still in the vill, so sometimes we rely on the steel
Plus we bust, don't mistake us for no other
Eye's screamin' like a demon
Finger itchin' like a motherf*cker
Firing Squad, ill, ill Figure n*gga
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 n*gga
Yeah, world famous, international
Bell ringin', gun slingin', downtown swingin'
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