Текст песни Yung Wun, Trick Daddy - Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume Two
Yung Wun, Trick Daddy - Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume Two слова песни
[Trick] One[Yung Wun]Y`all done fucked up now!OH SHIT! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!It`s mine now! Who want it, HA?D-S, Ryde or Die nigga, you heard that?It`s Yung Wun with the big gun, what you gon` do boy?You betta sit down nigga don`t play like thatBetta yet tell ya man to put down the gatBefore it get ugly, I`ma leave ya bloody, LIL BUDDYI don`t play with the gun smokeFor the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghostNo problem Barry; you don`t no cemetery, homesJust a pine box dropped off in the woodsA man to come home, six-oh-three be like thatCatch a case and come right backTo the block with a gatStandin out in the track with a bumma hardBummin weed into the sackNigga let the weed smoke blowI`m intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the headBaby, cause I be wilder, big BALLER, call up with quarterTrying to make a few endz be runnin from the police, never wanna follow the Impala(That`s shit) And it ain`t no stoppin itY`all niggas from Georgia ain`t lockin itChorus: repeat 2XGive it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it upThese down South boys ain`t playin wit yally`all boys betta put em up, put em up whatPut em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em upThis is a stick up and y`all boys betta give it up[Trick Daddy]Look, I`m slippin right behind ya niggaDon`t try to hide cause I`ll find ya niggaI`m representin Dade County niggaI gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggasDon`t eva try me niggaDon`t try to run no bull shit like that ??? niggaYou know I`ma a fool for thisI gots two for thisI`ll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this Them Daddy dollars y`allMy shit harder DogI`m fron the city of Caprices and Impalas y`allIma go and kill this niggaKiss above this realest niggaFirst nigga to take you to the bar and now you feel this niggaThe respect you gotta give usSlip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders niggaAnd all yo money can`t buy this niggaMy exctacy got me wilin niggaI`m twice that body niggaAbout 100 miles an hour nigga[Swizz Beatz]Trick Daddy, Trick DaddyYung Wun, Yung WunYo, Ball OutChorus: repeat 2XGive it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it upThese down South boys ain`t playin wit yally`all boys betta put em up whatPut em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em upThis is a stick up and y`all boys betta give it up[YUNG WUN]AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHWait a minute God Damnit y`all done fucked up nowy`all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff RydeRepresentin from the SouthIn a glass ???This man got cash in mindOn the cash routeNiggas there with they ass outTalkin bout YUNG WUN`S A BITCH (MAN)That DS CliqIma bout to pitch a fuckin fitAnd start blowin this bitchWhat you think my gun bust ice oneDown in GeorgiaSix hours from FloridaNiggas get slaughteredBoy where Im from Problems gon get solvedBy getting robbedCausin tear drops and closed casketsOn tha glassesGet beside theyself