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Ruff Ryders lyrics Ryde or Die Boyz - featuring Yung Wun & Larsiny lyrics [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 Other Ruff Ryders lyrics: Some X S*** lyrics Kiss Of Death lyrics Bugout lyrics I'm A Ruff Ryder lyrics Dope Money lyrics Takin' Money (Skit) lyrics Down Bottom lyrics Pina Colada lyrics Do That S*** lyrics Platinum Plus lyrics The Hood lyrics Jigga My Nigga lyrics What Ya Want lyrics Ryde Or Die lyrics The Great - featuring DMX lyrics Stomp - featuring Yung Wun & Trick Daddy lyrics I'm A Hoe (skit) lyrics Go Head - featuring The Lox lyrics Twisted Heat - featuring Twista and Drag-On lyrics My Name Is Kiss - featuring Jadakiss lyrics Fright Night - featuring Busta Rhymes & Swizz Beatz lyrics Holiday - featuring Styles lyrics It's a Holiday (skit) lyrics Fuck Da Haters (skit) lyrics Got It All - featuring Eve and Jadakiss lyrics It's Going Down - featuring Parle lyrics Weed, Hoes, Dough - featuring Drag-On lyrics 2 Tears in a Bucket - featuring Redman, Method Man and Sheek lyrics WWIII - featuring Yung Wun, Snoop Dogg, Scarface and Jadakiss lyrics |