Ride

M.O.P.M.O.P. 

Follow 0 fans

M.O.P.

M.O.P., short for Mash Out Posse, is an American hip hop duo. The duo, composed of Billy Danze and Lil' Fame, is known for the aggressive delivery typically employed by both emcees. Although they maintain a strong underground following, they are mainly known for the song "Ante Up," released on 2000s Warriorz, and with which they have had mainstream success. The group has frequently collaborated with DJ Premier. Fame sometimes produces under the moniker Fizzy Womack, and has produced a significant number of tracks on all M.O.P. releases since 1996's Firing Squad, as well as work for other artists including Big Noyd, Kool G Rap, Teflon and Wu-Tang Clan. more »

Year:

1997

3:33

121 Views

Playlists:

#1

 Struggling with Ride? Become a better singer in 30 days with these videos!

Intro: 
Yeah Firing Squad nigga. 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 nigga Williams does his thang 
You see I done stomped on 37 beats 
And I'm still stuck in the core of the streets (nigga) 
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 motherfuckin' thugs here 
From ? buck ass wild Danz the rapid fire empire expands 
And, shortie take notice, my shit 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 coll on the third tear (yeah) 
See that's my destiny, although 
We know none of the wack niggas 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 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 (shit that I'm use to) 
Now a days, rappers act pretty 
Rap shitty, 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 ass industry 
Now (now) that's my destiny, although, 
We know none of y'all wack niggas is touchin' me, so... 

Hook 
Now throw your motherfuckin' 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 niggas around the way 
We still ill, Sometimes we decide 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 motherfucker 
Firing Squad, ill, ill Figure N*gger 
Real we come up we homicide, we ride for the kill (buckbuckbuckbuckbuckbuck) 
Black, emptyin' on sight, use your head 
You don't want to get up in this thug life 

Hook 
Outro: 
Bobobobo Firing Squad nigga 
Yeah, world famous, international 
Bell ringin', gun slingin', downtown swingin'

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer