M.O.P., Redman - Riding Through lyrics

Geah! Who got the weed up
In this motherfucker man?
(You already know what it is
Nigga) Yo yo whattup MO?
(The world's famous, MOP)

Look I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm
(riding through)
Niggas better know how to act when I'm
(riding through)
Steady hittin the 'gnac when I'm
(riding through)
And I'm broke back in the 'llac when I'm
(riding through)
The hood throwin it up when we
(riding through)
Ain't nuttin changed, +Ante Up+ when we
(riding through)
Whether the slums or the burbs we
(riding through)
Plenty birds on the curb when we


(riding through)

Let me enlighten you motherfuckers
On my conspiracy theory
They got us stuck in a bottle
So y'all can't hear me
THEY SAID THE HOMEY'S A PROBLEM that's
Just so y'all can fear me
And never break bread with this family
Who take care of me just keep in your head
(SHALL WE bang) dude we bang too
Don't make me pick up my shit and spit
None of these flames at you
(WE BREATHIN EASY) That's right
That's the thang to do
(WE KEEP IT GREASY) and we
Ride like the Rangers do dude believe me
The gangsters that I'm bringin through
Is down to bang a dude
Maybe even hang a dude
Maybe even bring you to a
Town full of vultures and cobras
And these niggas'll cut yo' ass homey
And the way we do our thang
Is somethin like a magic trick
You might wanna get in line or
Get killed in this faggot shit
You faggot bitch! Nigga you done
Got all flossy and glossy
And that's where you lost me (son)
And plus you ridin with this God damn
It's like the kind of brokenest
Niggas infected your frame
(IT'S THE LEGENDARY MOP) back
With the heat y'all
(IT'S THE LEGENDARY MOP) back
For the streets y'all

I'm screamin out BK all day when we
(riding through)
You don't want the Marxmen to collide wit'chu
I dump five at you and wouldn't
Give a fuck who see me
I get it poppin like JD, dancin for Whodini
Ain't nuttin +Jive+ about that
All that is 1-5-fo'-5 about that
Nigga you wit me (THROW IT UP) for the
World's most dangerous niggas
From the Marx, Fizzy Wo' the orc
Slingin my tomahawk
I sling 'em a couple of slugs
And let the llama spark at your tough ass
Get the fuck from 'round here
With that kind of talk
This is Brook Nam nigga and I'm Mo' P'd up
G'd up, dude gon' fuck around and get beat up
Cause you treed up
Intoxicated off the alcohol
Homey my niggas ain't worried 'bout y'all
Cause when it's on we gon' ride for the cause
And spit more than 16 at yo' ass
And we ain't talkin 'bout bars

Half the Brick's on my back when I'm
(riding through)
Niggas better know how to act when I'm
(riding through)
Steady hittin the 'gnac and I'm
(riding through)
High as hell in the 'llac and I'm
(riding through)
The hood throwin it up when we
(riding through)
Ain't nuttin changed, +Ante Up+ when we
(riding through)
Whether the slums or the burbs we
(riding through)
Plenty birds on the curb when we
(riding through)

Yeah, yo
Redman got the sour diesel, haze and blunts
I move the crowd when I'm wavin the pump
(yo let 'em know nigga)
Yo, my Timbs'll fuck your gators up
You'll leave the hospital braided up
(from the fo' nigga)
Yo, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, you doubt it
Dial it
Fuck the alarm, Doc cause a power outage
Many men wanna test, bring a thousand dollars
Watch 'em, flip over a hundred miles an hour
Pop my collar, DAMN NIGGA, Doc a rider
Grab two hoes, then I'm hasta manana
Lil' Fame got the llama
I play Paulie from Sopranos
Billy I'm about the drama
Who said Redman don't, be in the hood?
I'm true to the game
Nigga I bet Terry would!
I'm very good on the mic, you barely hood
So, it's only right nigga, you +Ante Up+
Yo first family!
(What?) When I'm riding through
I keep a shotgun nigga about the size of you
Brick City ain't poppin? We lied to you
It's like livin with ten niggas
Hide your food

Yeah, MOP them some hard ass niggas nigga
Gilla House, Brick City to Brook Nam fools
YEAH!
The first time I bumped into MOP, and shit
I was broke as hell and I ain't
Even come out with an album yet
I was drivin my moms little Chevette
And shit and I knew
Scoob Lover and shit and Scrap Lover
And I bumped into Scrap Lover, in New York
Drivin around the Coca Cabana and shit
I was dolo
And he ran to the Chevette like he had beef
With somebody in the club
So he jumped in, like yo
And he brought his lil' man with him
And he was a rider, and that was Lil' Fame!
And we drove around the block and shit
Back around to the club
And uh Scrap Lover jumped out
Started buckin in the air like
Who wanna jump me now?
Cause, I think some niggas tried to jump him
And Lil' Fame was in the
Back squattin with the hammer
Ready to let loose
And we ain't even know each other from door!
Then he came out with MOP
That's how I knew they were
Some hard ass niggas that shit was real
And then they started gettin paper - damn!