Текст песни Larsiny, Yung Wun - Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume Two
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[Yung Wun]Man! Man! Man! Man! (Larsiny)Don`t start nuttin ya ass can`t finishRyde or Die Boyz gon`, COME AND GET WITCHA![Larsiny - S. Lassiter]Man, y`all rap niggas is high fashionFlashin, talker, no actionWe read emcees like TV`s with captionsCharts we smash on, guns we blast themSpit fire like blow dryers and Drag-dash-OnYour career won`t last long, real name Sean LassiterFour words for y`all: F-type no passengerFlow nastier, man you know what I meanAnd I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and greenSo the wrist look like a twister matMan, I cock the biscuit back and twist ya capOpps, clipped ya face just missed ya hatThis go out to those that think this just a rapWell mister, address the gat and we`ll address ya backNasty, nasty, spittin disgusting rapsAnd I doubt that cha`ll cats can fuck with thatChorus: Yung WunYou don`t want no war, you don`t want no drama boyThese Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you upYou don`t want no war, you don`t want no drama boyThese Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you upYou don`t want no war, you don`t want no drama boyThese Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you upYou don`t want no war, you don`t want no drama boyYou don`t want no drama boy[Larsiny - Verse Two]I hate cops, and I like you even lessI turn your whole block into a bleedin messNiggas talk hard, and get an easy deathCuz I pop buck shots like a peasy neckAnd I can tell you won`t blow, gotta scary fingerAll talk, no show, Jerry SpringerI don`t care if you a skinny or a burly niggaI`ma have ya face lookin like a blurry mirrorWe shake your features, y`all make believersAnd the eight`ll make you shake like you fake the seizureI ball of the scale, break the meterAnd if you ever go to jail, they`ll rape and beat`chaHold up, take a breather, I`m way too toughGot kicked outta pre-school, played to roughI straight grew up, I`m still a bullyUsed to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelry[Yung Wun]Ha, okay, okay, okay, okayOkay, okay, okay, okayChorus[Larsiny - Verse Three]Don`t make me reach for these, I got heat to squeezeMake your face melt like pizza cheeseYou need to leave, `cuz you don`t stand a chance manI get greasy like mechanic handsAnd y`all niggas all sweet, like candied yamsClear blocks outs, hop out the family vanLookin like a handy man, with tools on the waistPut`choo in the ambulance with two`s in your faceYou`se a disgrace, you`ve never been hotAnd I can tell how you talkin you ain`t never been shotYo, its whatever or not, if you want it, its warYou can choose what I`ma use, the pump or the fourThen decide where you gon` die, trunk of the floor`Cuz I`ma tell the law I don`t know nothing at allI was just walkin my dog and discovered the ballA lotta niggas think they hard, this is somethin for y`allChorus[Yung Wun]Okay, okay, okay, okayOkay, okay, okay, okayChorus