ryde or die boyz

man! man! man! man!

don't start nuttin ya ass can't finish

ryde or die boyz gon'

come and get witcha!

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

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

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

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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

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