Ride chords by M.O.P.
Verse 1
G
Intro:
C
G
Yeah Firing Squad nigga.
Teflon. Salute
Bm
Verse 2
C
G
Hook:
I got a ride
Bm
G
You got a ride
We got a ride that hit up from
C
G
both sides
Verse 3
(X 1.5)
Bm
G
Yo it's the way of the world right
Bm
G
And can't nobody change the way
Bm
that nigga Williams does his thang
C
G
You see I done stomped on
Bm
G
37 beats
And I'm still stuck in the core of the
Bm
G
streets (nigga)
Bm
G
Bm
That's me voted most likely
G
to squeeze (blahaw)
Bm
Now I'm worth 6 hundered G's
G
Bm
G
Bm
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
G
Bm
Plus I got all my mother
G
Bm
fuckin' thugs here
G
Bm
From ? buck ass wild Danz the
G
rapid fire empire expands
And, shortie take notice,
Bm
G
my shit sold
(Never went gold), but fuck it I'm
Bm
G
still dope (broke)
Bm
Don't pretend to be no millionaire
G
Bm
G
I'm makin' dust somewhere,
Bm
C
G
Bm
in the 7th coll on the third tear (yeah)
G
See that's my destiny, although
Bm
We know none of the wack niggas
G
is touchin' me so...
Bm
G
Verse 4
Hook (X1.5)
Bm
C
Bm
M.(blahaw)O.(blahaw)P.(will rock) what
G
Bm
G
C
we
G
Bm
bring (real rap)
G
What you want (hip hop) here
Bm
G
it is (feel that)
Bm
Roll with me, on this hip hop journey
G
I represent mine and whatever
Bm
G
con cern me
Bm
(The triple gold frame) walk with
G
the bop gun cat name (Fame)
Bm
C
Must maintain,
G
now I was raised in my (days)
Bm
G
On, BDP, Rakim and The Juice
Crew (shit that I'm use to)
Bm
Now a days, rappers act pretty
G
Rap shitty, lost in this New Jack City
Bm
Talkin' bout all the (cars you lust)
G
Guns you bust and still get
Bm
roobed by the ones you trust
G
But y'all (dogs) soon will
Bm
see (what's that?)
G
What we bringin' to this
Bm
C
sheisty ass industry
G
Bm
G
Now (now) that's my destiny,
although,
Bm
G
We know none of y'all wack niggas is touchin' me,
Interlude 1
so...
G
Bm
C
G
Verse 5
G
C
G
Bm
G
Bm
Hook
C
Bm
G
Bm
G
Bm
G
Now throw your motherfuckin'
hands up (for what?)
Keep it simple, ask no questions
We won't pop this Smith-
Bm
G
N- Wesso at your temple
(Do you know what we
into?) Check the resemy
We exchange slugs with the thuggish thug
Bm
G
niggas around the way
Bm
We still ill, Sometimes we decide to kill
G
But we still in the vill,
C
G
so sometimes we liable to steal
Plus we bust,
Bm
G
don't mistake us for no other
Eye's screamin' like a demon
Bm
G
Finger itchin' like a motherfucker
Firing Squad, ill, ill Figure Nigger
Real we come up we homicide,
we ride for the kill (buckbuckbuckbuckbuckbuck)
G
Bm
G
Black, emptyin' on sight,
use your head
G
You don't want to get up
C
G
in this thug life
G
Hook
Verse 6
Outro:
Bobobobo Firing Squad nigga
C
G
Yeah, world famous, international
Bm
Bell ringin', gun slingin',
C
G
downtown swingin'
Outro 1
G
G
Ride
M.O.P.
Speed: 1.0x
RestartPlay SpaceEnable loopPlay with musicMore songs by M.O.P.
Discover chords for more songs to play
4.8Popular chords globally
Most played chords & tabs across all users