Letra Ryde or die boyz Dmx

Ryde or die boyz

[yung wun]
Man, yall rap niggas is high fashion
Flashin, talker, no action
Read emcees like tvs with captions
Charts we smash on, guns we blast them
Spit fire like blow dryers and drag dash on
Your career wont last long, real name shawn lassiter
Four words for yall, 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 well address ya back
Nasty, nasty, spittin discusting raps
And I doubt that chall cats can fuck with that

[chorus:]

You dont wanna war, you dont wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will rough you up
You dont wanna war, you dont wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will touch you up
You dont wanna war, you dont wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will bust you up
You dont wanna war, you dont wanna drummer boy
You dont 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 Im ? ? ?
And I can tell you wont blow, gotta scary finger
All talk, no show, jerry springer
I dont care if you a skinny or a burly nigga
Ima have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror
We shake your features, yall make believers
And the eightll make you shake like you fake the seizure
I ball of the scale, break the meter
And if you ever go to jail, theyll rape and beatcha
Hold up, take a breather, Im way too tough
Got kicked outta pre-school, played to rough
I straight grew up, Im still a bully
Used to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelry

Ha, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay

[chorus]

[yung wun]
Dont make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze
Make your face melt like pizza cheese
You need to leave, cuz you dont stand a chance man
I get greasy like mechanic hands
Yall niggas all sweet like candy yams
Clear blocks outs, hop out the family van
Lookin like a handy man, with tools on the waist
Putchoo in the ambulance with twos in your face
Youse a disgrace, youve never been hot
And I can tell how you talkin you aint never been shot
Yo, its whatever or not, if you want it, its war
You can choose what ima use, the pump or the four
Then decide where you gon die, trunk of the floor
cuz ima tell the law I dont know nothing at all
I was just walkin my dog and discovered the ball
A lotta niggas think they hard, this is somethin for yall

[chorus]

Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay

[chorus]