[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
[Larsiny - Verse Two]
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
[Larsiny - Verse Three]
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
Chorus
