Ride with Us

Lyrics

[Intro] Firing Squad, nigga Firing Squad! Uh, First Family Top notch, nigga BD, uh [Verse 1: Billy Danze] I used to have so much confidence in myself But now my game is changed and my pain's been felt My hand's been dealt, but it was a missed deal And words won't express the way a man William feel I came up with them thugs, I grew up in that mud Got my hands covered in blood, to stay above The world (To see a better day) Please, my children need, and I can't find a fuckin' way What can I say, I'm a stressed ghetto soldier I'm shell shocked from a back block off Saratoga Remember what I told ya, I'm thirsty now In fact I feel like everybody's out to hurt me now Roll wit me now, am I the only cat that never see the M slash O dash P on your TV and the Industry keep fucking wit me So I brought my cousins wit me From now on they gon' be thuggin' wit' me Eyes and ears, nigga, blunts and beers, nigga For months and years it been Blood, Sweat and Tears Nigga, raise your metal for Firing Squad royalty First Family, royalty, holla! [Chorus: Lil' Fame & Billy Danze] How many niggas plan to ride wit' us (Ride wit' us) How many niggas came to die wit' us (Die wit' us) Pop shots, nigga, we don't give a fuck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck! Haha! How many niggas plan to ride wit' us (Ride wit' us) How many niggas came to die wit' us (Die wit' us) Pop shots, nigga, we don't give a fuck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck! Haha! [Verse 2: Lil' Fame] This is only the beginning, you ain't know one was comin Stand face to me, no more runnin' Back from Hell, the dramatic, automatic Rap track flippin' acrobatic Yo, we been in this game for damn near a whole decade To the death, 'til the Firing Squad, cop the next tape Brownsville slugger, knucka up in the house Had a rumble with the Grim Reaper, knuckled it out This ain't for you big willies, this is for my small paws Thuggin, wit' guns in they draws Go against the grain, break all laws And keep a bitch wit' him, wit' drugs in her bra Brooklyn, brainiest, blast Ain't nothing changed since that nigga been past Sound, pound, make you wanna bark Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon! [Chorus: Lil Fame & Billy Danze] How many niggas plan to ride wit' us (Ride wit' us) How many niggas came to die wit' us (Die wit' us) Pop shots, nigga, we don't give a fuck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck! Haha! How many niggas plan to ride wit' us (Ride wit' us) How many niggas came to die wit' us (Die wit' us) Pop shots, nigga, we don't give a fuck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck! Haha! [Verse 3: Billy Danze] (It's the Firing Squad assassins) Ghetto blastin' Operation ran by your man Toucan Eance for thug fashion (Criminal passion) Top of the line It's unneccessary, buries, but we still manage to shine (Take a life, son) Fuck that! You know the verdict; you're only a soldier, duke, but don't get murdered You heard I was, raised with the elements It's William, and if you feel him then don't fuck with my intelligence I'm from the Ville (That's home) I holds my own being that my father's reflection have connected and roam [Verse 4: Lil' Fame] Blow 'em and check 'em wit' chrome, have ya heard of me I heard you wanna hit me, split me, murder me So I, regulate, designate, demonstrate Blow back you fools wit' tools, set 'em straight What you want, nigga, hah, what it's gon' be I'mma be leavin' you leakin' with clip in the palmy I'm a son of a gun, an automatic .4-5th Gun shots let off for my dogs, leave your boy stiff Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare Play a part 'fore you fuck around and start a war here (We bust back) Collapse, I'm rated R Bringin it real strong cuz you niggas still gon' hit me pa Y'all want me? Come find me, motherfucker [Chorus: Lil Fame & Billy Danze] How many niggas plan to ride wit' us (Ride wit' us) How many niggas came to die wit' us (Die wit' us) Pop shots, nigga, we don't give a fuck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck! Haha! How many niggas plan to ride wit us (Ride wit' us) How many niggas came to die wit us (Die wit' us) Pop shots, nigga, we don't give a fuck Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck! Haha! [Outro] Heh heh, how many niggas Ride wit' us Can you ride Firing Squad, nigga Yeah! Wit' us! First Family, murder Top notch, nigga You know the rules of the motherfucking game C'mon!