(feat. DMX, David Banner, Lil' Flip)
[DMX]
Yea, DMX
Straight out of ATL
Ya' Mean
We got Yung Wun, choppin that thing baby,
Once Again, Swiss Beats, Full Surface,
[Yung Wun]
Bounce, Bounce
When I'm drunk in the club, I might just start sum shit,
Block party in the hood, I might just start sum shit,
Underground Downtown, I might just start sum shit,
Gimme the keys to the city, Ima lock this bitch,
They aint gon take me alive and u can bet dat,
Hit 'em where the chest at,
Hit 'em where the neck at,
Show me where the rest at,
They in the same building livin' like a mess pack,
From my eyes from where the deck at
Bet Dat, Shawty,
U and me gonna ride over to the other side,
Its time these muthafuckas die,
First make a prank call and get the kidz out the house,
I aint tryin to kill no kids, Ima turn they lights out
[Chorus 2x: DMX]
AAAAAAHHHH, Tear it Up, Lemme see you Tear It Up
All across the board we gon Tear It Up,
We gon bounce it till the beat cut off,
We gon rock dis muthafucka till the wheels fall off
[David Banner]
Mississippi mutherfucker, Pop a dick in ur mouth,
Southside till i die, smokin dro in the drop,
I Make a bitch gimme money then I'm kickin her out,
I spit game to your wife, then we robbin your house,
Yall niggaz love that way that we grippin the grain,
If you got it and I want it, I aint callin your name,
Just lay it down, Fuck Boy, like I'm ballin G,
You get yo' chest in yo' lap if you fuckin with me
[chorus 2x]
[LIl' Flip]
You might catch me at the Rose Bowl game,
In a 4-door range,
With a Rose gold chain,
Wrapped around my neck,
Or I might be flashin' in a white G-wagon,
With my arm out the window, grippin' a Tech,
Dawg, get it right, I got Houston on lock,
I kit it right, I switch the lights every time I buy a drop,
Homey, U got Swiss on the beat,
I gotta come with da heat,
It's David Banner, Yung Wun, and F-L-I-P
[David Banner]
Get it crunk in this,
Set it Off in this thing,
We sittin here leanin' by tha bar
Didn't know we drunk in this thing [x2]
Callin' all cars, callin' all cars, uh uh, Yung Wun in here
Callin' all cars, callin' all cars, back up, back up, back up
(We gotta problem)
Time and time again, I try to be on the good foot
But ladies don't be given me good look
It's hard when you livin' like us, I started the good book
It's just what I see that got me shook
Mean mugs and cold stance take a nigga down
And to make him fail, I'mma take it to you how
Lights out, closed casket, murder warn
Yung Wun come through with the under grudge
And live the life, Yung talk about it
Don't make beef, come walk about it
Everybody know my name because I play in the street
Not because I say I'm street, mutha fucker
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Now I don't give a fuck, if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
All my niggas is star [unverified]
Well, I don't give a fuck if ya'll don't give a fuck
They all try to sound like Pac, I don't know why, hoe
Sounding like Pac is a position you shouldn't try, fool
They don't understand what they die for
And tell lies about black folk, and take from they own folk
That type of shit heavy poppin' through the stove
'Cause you don't wanna show your face 'cause it's a known place
And I don't love her face when she take from me man
And I don't give a fuck what you think of me
'Cause what you think of me is nothin' but a mere decision
And they shipped my ass off ta prison
If I die than death is a given and if I live let me enjoy living
That's a wonderful feeling
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Now I don't give a fuck, if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
All my niggas is star [unverified]
Well, I don't give a fuck if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Now I don't give a fuck, if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
All my niggas is star [unverified]
Well, I don't give a fuck if ya'll don't give a fuck
As a kid I had no love for life
Everything I've done [unverified] they said it wasn't right
It doesn't matter hustlers scatter, everyday from 12 in the A T L
So love is like the wind blowing cold off the scale
Tell me what's going on, two wrongs don't make it right
But I know two holes in your dome will take your life
I'm on the precious shorty, they coming after what I treasure
It's time we start renting out yachts
Yung Wun yacht masters ship out blocks
Hold my block why'll I hand out glocks
Send the niggas over the hill
When they done, go pop somebody for show
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Now I don't give a fuck, if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
All my niggas is star [unverified]
Well, I don't give a fuck if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Now I don't give a fuck, if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
All my niggas is star [unverified]
Well, I don't give a fuck if ya'll don't give a fuck
[Yung Wun:]
Oh Yea, All In Formation
[Hook: David Banner]
We Gon Walk Wit It (Hey)
We Gon Talk Wit It (Ooooh)
Got Me Screamin Out
Yung Bunch Yall Dont Say That Again
Yung Bunch Yall Dont Say That Again
[x2]
[Verse 1: Yung Wun]
This Face Expression Of A Baller
Shot Calla, Gettin Down For Miles Of Travelin Through These Walls
Leavin The Green Ova Bi***Es, Shady Tells A 50 Licks
It's Sad I Had To Leave Em In Critacal Conditions
Up In That Hoodulum Wall Club Poorin Liquor On Niggaz
It's Green Fellish For Life Dere They Go Hit The Lights
Back Do It In Park,As I Bounced Up Out That Cash Po'
Call Up Joe, Where He At?, He At Tha Airport
Duckin An Runnin Frum These Po Pos They Outta Control
30 Cops Chasin A Nigga Frum The Ghetto
Got Away Clean, [?]
Tired As Hell I Put That Suit Case Down
[Hook: David Banner]
[Verse 2: Yung Wun]
6 Oclok In Tha Mourin Stretchin And Yawnin As The Sun Rise
Poorin Out Liquor Fo All My Soldiers That Died
In These Ghetto Days, Bussin Bottles And Shoot The Bi***Es
Its Them Ghetto Ways, Them Ghetto Ways (Hey)
My 1st Mission Of The Day, Wit A Swisha Fired Up
They Say Ya Back In The Trap Again Shorty So What
Where The Weed At? Believe That, I Need That, So [?] Niggaz
On The South Side Get Slack
Is It My Last Day, I Dont Knoe, But If I Go
Put A Blunt In My Casket Shorty Let Mah Soul Smoke
So On 3,Ppg Fast Street For Cannonville
On The Souf Side Where Hard Heads Ride We Keep It Real
[Hook: David Banner]
[Verse 3: Yung Wun]
Im Tryin To Cop The New Bently Thang,
I Already Got The Fansies Off The Lot Wit Tha Cuban Frames
4 4's On Top I Move Them Thangs
Ya Car Slippin In Tha Hood Ya Mite Loose Ya Brain
Like A Black Bird, Thats Rite, High Up On The Curve
David Atten On Mah Face Like Cfa, Gia But Call Em Dedra Allison
Bay Banks And Billoms High Flys And Hideaways
In Dresdon Stay And Play
I Got Tha Nelly Claw On The Seize And Do'
Ya Neva Saw A Yung Nigga Do This Sh** Befo'
[Hook: David Banner]
[Yung Wun:]
Let Em Kno, Every Hood Roun The World This How We Doin This Here
Yung Wun, Knoe What Im Sayin, Bringin It To Ya On The Real, Uncut Strait Street, All Hood , America (Haaaaa) We Have A Prolem
4 Real Its Goin Down (Aahahah)
Do It,Do It,Do It,Do It,Do It,Do It,Hit That Mutha [x4]
East Side What, West Side What, Down Soth Motha Fuka, Where Tha Mouf Motha F***A
East Side,West Side,North Side,South Side, Mississippi In Dis Thang Rite
Atl Man, St. Louis Man, Magnolia, Bounce Bak, Get That What
[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 that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BUDDY
I don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghost
No problem Barry; you don't no cemetery, homes
Just a pine box dropped off in the woods
A man to come home, six-oh-three be like that
Catch a case and come right back
To the block with a gat
Standin out in the track with a bumma hard
Bummin weed into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby, cause I be wilder, big BALLER, call up with quarter
Trying to make a few endz
be runnin from the police, never wanna follow the Impala
(That's shit) And it ain't no stoppin it
Y'all niggas from Georgia ain't lockin it
[Chorus: x2]
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
These down South boys ain't playin wit yall
y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
[Trick Daddy]
Look, I'm slippin right behind ya nigga
Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya nigga
I'm representin Dade County nigga
I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas
Don't eva try me nigga
Don't try to run no bull shit like that ??? nigga
You know I'ma a fool for this
I gots two for this
I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this
Them Daddy dollars y'all
My shit harder Dog
I'm fron the city of Caprices and Impalas y'all
Ima go and kill this nigga
Kiss above this realest nigga
First nigga to take you to the bar and now you feel this nigga
The respect you gotta give us
Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders nigga
And all yo money can't buy this nigga
My exctacy got me wilin nigga
I'm twice that body nigga
About 100 miles an hour nigga
[Swizz Beatz]
Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, Ball Out
[Chorus: x2]
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
These down South boys ain't playin wit yall
y'all boys betta put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
[YUNG WUN]
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
Wait a minute God Damnit y'all done fucked up now
y'all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff Ryde
Representin from the South
In a glass ???
This man got cash in mind
On the cash route
Niggas there with they ass out
Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A BITCH (MAN)
That DS Cliq
Ima bout to pitch a fuckin fit
And start blowin this bitch
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where Im from
Problems gon get solved
By getting robbed
Causin tear drops and closed caskets
On tha glasses
Get beside theyself
And soficate from plastic
Face down on a mattress
[Chorus: x5]
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
These down South boys ain't playin wit yall
y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
[Yung Wun]
Man! Man! Man! Man! (Larsiny)
Don't start nuttin ya ass can't finish
Ryde or Die Boyz gon', COME AND GET WITCHA!
[Larsiny: S. Lassiter]
Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion
Flashin, talker, no action
We 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 Sean 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 disgusting raps
And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that
[Chorus: Yung Wun]
You don't want no war, you don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you up
You don't want no war, you don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you up
You don't want no war, you don't want no drama boy
These Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you up
You don't want no war, you don't want no drama boy
You don't want no drama boy
[Verse Two: 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 a peasy neck
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
[Yung Wun]
Ha, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Larsiny]
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
And y'all niggas all sweet, like candied 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]
[Yung Wun]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
[Yung Wun:]
All that
I'm fed up with it
Huh uh
It's been 8 years, 5 months, 6 days, and 9 hours; I've been
In and out of studios and I'm just comin' up
What type of shit that is, on the real I've suffered enough
From niggaz stealin' my songs to be locked up 36 months
It's not a front it's realer than real y'all niggaz
Think I'm just rhymin' (nah dog) it's bigger than that
Just look where I'm at compared to where I was
Fuckin' wit local minded niggaz -- I mean inner-city rappers
Talkin' bout platinum and just forgot about me when it was my shit they rappin'
[BZR Roayle (Yung Wun):]
I can't take it no more (can't take it no more)
I can't take it no more (no motherfuckin' more)
I can't take it no more (y'all motherfuckers betta... no more)
[whispered]
Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
Ryde or Die - Volume 2
(Tugboats.. ehh, it's over..)
[yelled]
Ahhh-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
It's the second time around motherfucker! (YESS!)
Volume 2 - Ryde or Die, BIATCH!
Gangsta nigga and we gon' rock this motherfucker, you dig me?
(Fo' sho' baby!) We the square root of the motherfuckin streets!
(Fo' sho' baby!) Double R, you cocksuckin sons of bitches!!
YEAH!!
[Swizz Beatz] (Snoop Dogg)
State yo' name gangsta (Big Snoop Dogg.. bow wow!)
Where you representin? (West coast)
You gon' hold it down? (Please believe it nigga)
Enough said then nigga (hold up.. BIATCH)
[Snoop Dogg]
Mmm, let's make this official
Shine yo' boots and load yo' pistols
Pull out yo best credentials cause thislll
be the official for the fictitial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga blow the whistle
Smokin on some bomb-beeda secondhand smoke
will getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the picture
Dig this - when was the last time you seen me
posted up West coasted up and sippin on some Remi?
Believe me - it ain't easy been Deezy (nah it ain't)
wit these jealous rap niggaz and these punk ass breezies
Man - I couldn't remember what they told me
when I first came in the game but thangs done changed
Call it what you wanna, keep the heat up on it
East, Long Beach, California - spinnin like a 'Tona
Bangin on the corner, hot like a sauna
so you best to back up off me or I kick this ? on ya
[Swizz Beatz] (Yung Wun)
State yo' name yungsta (YUNG WUN!)
Where you representin? (ATL SHAWTY!!)
You gon' hold it down? (DAMN RIGHT!!!)
Well nuff said then (Ease up, nigga!)
(Man throw dem chains up!)
[Yung Wun]
Shorty pop a lot, actin like you got a lot
wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got
Coming to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass click
I'ma put somethin in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit
You better be strapped boy, how you love that boy, act boy
I'ma break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up I'm cold hearted; DAMN RIGHT, I get retarded
I'm a yung-un and down here, bitch I'm the hardest
You can hoot, hide and talk that shit
I'ma stay low, keep it real and sho' to come up
But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down here
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down here
I'm a Ryde or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye nigga
Get beside yourself it's bye bye nigga
When it come to glock cockin and drop poppin
I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga
[Swizz Beatz] (Scarface)
State yo' name gangsta (Scarface)
Where you representin? (Motherfuckin South)
You gon' hold it down? (You God damn right)
Enough said then nigga
[Scarface]
Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, pullin the strings to your alarm
Bringin terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm scarin motherfuckers straight wit mine
Guerilla tactics, guranteein my enemy die
It's worldwide army alert for all soliders
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm sicker
Don't disrepect it, you don't disrespect me nigga
I'm the one these niggaz call on; when negotiations are halted,
and the time comes for the beatin of the bosses
Make 'em an offer that can't refuse
They don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank these fools
Fool, I guess these niggaz think they can't be moved
Realizie they don't scare niggaz like they thank they do
You fuck wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew
[Swizz Beatz] (Scarface)
State yo' name gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)
Where you representin? (East coast dawg)
You gon' hold it down? (Why wouldn't I?)
Enough said then nigga (Let's go)
(Let's go)
[Jadakiss]
If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' breathe
The only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve
Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you can't leave
Get kissed on yo' cheek then you meant to die
Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise
You know my style; 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was hollerin shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game twistin these honies out
Never left the crack game still on a money route
I run through the industry looking for enemies
Y'all niggaz sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo' eyes and mouth
Can't see can't talk when you fuckin wit the heart of New York
And that's fouler that swallowin pork
And to fuck wit the feds dog
you know I push the prowler to court
Toast on my lap, got the East Coast on my back, UH
[Swizz Beatz]
How many times must I tell you motherfuckers
We ain't industry niggaz
We in-the-STREETS, niggaz - you motherfuckin right!
Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch - now what?
[all together]
Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it (East COAST!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it (West COAST!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it (Dirty SOUTH!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it (Mid WEST!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it (Biatch!)
[ad libs for 8 seconds]
[Swizz Beatz]
I can't leave
Karu & Y
Shawty, shawty, shawty
I can't leave
I can't leave
She's got me so addicted and I don't wanna go
I'm tryna get you home and watch you drop it to the floor
she's got me so caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
shawty shawty you got me so caught up
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We chill at Karu & Y
Where the women so fine
and the vibe so fly
that's where to spend things
and it caught my eye
and im the typa guy cant let you walk byyy (yeah)
so i stepped to face her
bacardi on rocks
who needs the chaser
she recognized the star
who needs to chase her
she recognized the star
who needs to chase her
my name is wine
i love ta party
i sip on nothin but the best bacardi
what the business shawty
im here to greet ya
and i been fascinated by ya sexy features
don't mean to be rude
but i just wanna show you
good dudes in the world
and im just tryna know ya
tell me what ya name is and where you from
dont mean to overdose but chu got ya boy sprung
she's got me so addicted and i dont wanna go
i'm tryna get you home and watch you drop it to the floor
she's got me so caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
shawty shawty
she's got me so addicted and i dont wanna go
i'm tryna get you home and watch you drop it to the floor
she's got me so caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
shawty shawty you got me so caught up
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
her nickname L for Luv
and im
pretty sure that her sex a drug
she erotic, curves are hypnotic
everything i want in a girl
and you got it
when it come to handlin biz
she so bout it
when it come to handlin biz
she so bout it
yeah
so lets toast to the good times
me and you lil mama
just give it two times
i aint even finna play witcha
your everything that ya boy want
the kid tryna stay witcha
all strings attached
i want all that
and were a hit like a ball bat
dont even try to get it twisted cuz you know i really wantcha
got a bad bitch and wine finna flaunt cha
you know ya ass in love know dontcha
know ya ass, know ya ass in love now dontcha (dontcha)
she's got me so addicted and i dont wanna go
i'm tryna get you home and watch you drop it to the floor
she's got me so caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
shawty shawty you got me so caught up
breathe a lil bit, (breathe a lil bit)
breathe a lil bit, (breathe a lil bit)
breathe a lil bit, (breathe a lil bit)
I'm ready, bring the beat back
dance (dance)
dance (dance)
dance (dance)
okay bring the hook back
she's got me so addicted and i dont wanna go
i'm tryna get you home and watch you drop it to the floor
she's got me so caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
shawty shawty
she's got me so addicted and i dont wanna go
i'm tryna get you home and watch you drop it to the floor
she's got me so caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
caught up, (caught up)
shawty shawty you got me so caught up
Karu & Y
clive what it is my dude
young wine
jook city
