[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
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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
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[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