Ryde Or Die Boyz - Ruff Ryders
Written by:James Anderson/George S Clinton/Rodney Jean-Jacques/Sean M. L***iter/Imsomie Leeper/Barry Reese
Man man man Larsiny man
Don't start nuttin' ya *** can't finish
Ryde or Die Boyz gon' come and get witcha
Man y'all rap *****s 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 L***iter
Four words for y'all F type no p***enger
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
Oops 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 f**k with that
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
I hate cops and I like you even less
I turn your whole block into a bleedin' mess
*****s 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 *****
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
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
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 *****s 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 it's whatever or not if you want it it's 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 *****s think they hard this is somethin' for y'all
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
Okay okay okay okay
Okay okay okay okay
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