[Yung Wun]
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Man! Man! Man! Man! (Larsiny)
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Don't start nuttin ya ass can't finish
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Ryde or Die Boyz gon', COME AND GET WITCHA!
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[Larsiny: S. Lassiter]
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Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion
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Flashin, talker, no action
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We read emcees like TV's with captions
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Charts we smash on, guns we blast them
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Spit fire like blow dryers and Drag-dash-On
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Your career won't last long, real name Sean Lassiter
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Four words for y'all: F-type no passenger
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Flow nastier, man you know what I mean
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And I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and green
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So the wrist look like a twister mat
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Man, I cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap
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Opps, clipped ya face just missed ya hat
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This go out to those that think this just a rap
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Well mister, address the gat and we'll address ya back
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Nasty, nasty, spittin disgusting raps
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And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that
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[Chorus: Yung Wun]
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You don't want no war, you don't want no drama boy
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These Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you up
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You don't want no war, you don't want no drama boy
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These Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you up
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You don't want no war, you don't want no drama boy
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These Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you up
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You don't want no war, you don't want no drama boy
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You don't want no drama boy
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[Verse Two: Larsiny]
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I hate cops, and I like you even less
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I turn your whole block into a bleedin mess
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Niggas talk hard, and get an easy death
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Cuz I pop buck shots like a peasy neck
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And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary finger
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All talk, no show, Jerry Springer
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I don't care if you a skinny or a burly nigga
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I'ma have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror
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We shake your features, y'all make believers
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And the eight'll make you shake like you fake the seizure
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I ball of the scale, break the meter
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And if you ever go to jail, they'll rape and beat'cha
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Hold up, take a breather, I'm way too tough
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Got kicked outta pre-school, played to rough
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I straight grew up, I'm still a bully
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Used to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelry
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[Yung Wun]
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Ha, okay, okay, okay, okay
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Okay, okay, okay, okay
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Larsiny]
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Don't make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze
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Make your face melt like pizza cheese
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You need to leave, 'cuz you don't stand a chance man
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I get greasy like mechanic hands
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And y'all niggas all sweet, like candied yams
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Clear blocks outs, hop out the family van
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Lookin like a handy man, with tools on the waist
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Put'choo in the ambulance with two's in your face
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You'se a disgrace, you've never been hot
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And I can tell how you talkin you ain't never been shot
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Yo, its whatever or not, if you want it, its war
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You can choose what I'ma use, the pump or the four
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Then decide where you gon' die, trunk of the floor
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'Cuz I'ma tell the law I don't know nothing at all
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I was just walkin my dog and discovered the ball
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A lotta niggas think they hard, this is somethin for y'all
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[Chorus]
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[Yung Wun]
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Okay, okay, okay, okay
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Okay, okay, okay, okay
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[Chorus]
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Ryde Or Die Boyz
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| Yung Wun |
