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Текст (слова) песни: Ruff Ryders - Ryde or Die Boyz

[Yung Wun]
Man, y`all rap niggas is high fashion
Flashin, talker, no action
Read emcees like TV`s with captions
Charts we smash on, guns we blast them
Spit fire like blow dryers and drag dash on
Your career won`t last long, real name Shawn Lassiter
Four words for y`all, F type no passenger
Flow nastier, man you know what I mean
And I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and green
So the wrist look like a twister mat
Man, I cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap
Opps, clipped ya face just missed ya hat
This go out to those that think this just a rap
Well mister, address the gat and we`ll address ya back
Nasty, nasty, spittin discusting raps
And I doubt that cha`ll cats can fuck with that

Chorus:

You don`t wanna war, you don`t wanna drummer boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you up
You don`t wanna war, you don`t wanna drummer boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you up
You don`t wanna war, you don`t wanna drummer boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you up
You don`t wanna war, you don`t wanna drummer boy
You don`t want no drummer boy

[Larsiny]
I hate cops, and I like you even less
I turn your whole block into a bleedin mess
Niggas talk hard, and get an easy death
`Cuz I pop buck shots like I`m ???
And I can tell you won`t blow, gotta scary finger
All talk, no show, Jerry Springer
I don`t care if you a skinny or a burly nigga
I`ma have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror
We shake your features, y`all make believers
And the eight`ll make you shake like you fake the seizure
I ball of the scale, break the meter
And if you ever go to jail, they`ll rape and beat`cha
Hold up, take a breather, I`m way too tough
Got kicked outta pre-school, played to rough
I straight grew up, I`m still a bully
Used to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelry

Ha, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay

Chorus

[Yung Wun]
Don`t make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze
Make your face melt like pizza cheese
You need to leave, `cuz you don`t stand a chance man
I get greasy like mechanic hands
Y`all niggas all sweet like candy yams
Clear blocks outs, hop out the family van
Lookin like a handy man, with tools on the waist
Put`choo in the ambulance with two`s in your face
You`se a disgrace, you`ve never been hot
And I can tell how you talkin you ain`t never been shot
Yo, its whatever or not, if you want it, its war
You can choose what I`ma use, the pump or the four
Then decide where you gon` die, trunk of the floor
`Cuz I`ma tell the law I don`t know nothing at all
I was just walkin my dog and discovered the ball
A lotta niggas think they hard, this is somethin for y`all

Chorus

Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay

Chorus

 

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