| Y’all done fucked up now!
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| OH SHIT! |
| AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
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| It’s mine now! |
| Who want it, HA?
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| D-S, Ryde or Die nigga, you heard that?
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| It’s Yung Wun with the big gun, what you gon' do boy?
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| You betta sit down nigga don’t play like that
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| Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
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| Before it get ugly, I’ma leave ya bloody, LIL BUDDY
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| I don’t play with the gun smoke
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| For the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghost
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| No problem Barry; |
| you don’t no cemetery, homes
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| Just a pine box dropped off in the woods
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| A man to come home, six-oh-three be like that
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| Catch a case and come right back
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| To the block with a gat
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| Standin out in the track with a bumma hard
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| Bummin weed into the sack
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| Nigga let the weed smoke blow
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| I’m intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
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| Baby, cause I be wilder, big BALLER, call up with quarter
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| Trying to make a few endz
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| Be runnin from the police, never wanna follow the Impala
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| (That's shit) And it ain’t no stoppin it
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| Y’all niggas from Georgia ain’t lockin it
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| Chorus: repeat 2X
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| Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
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| These down South boys ain’t playin wit yall
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| Y’all boys betta put em up, put em up what
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| Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
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| This is a stick up and y’all boys betta give it up
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| Look, I’m slippin right behind ya nigga
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| Don’t try to hide cause I’ll find ya nigga
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| I’m representin Dade County nigga
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| I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas
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| Don’t eva try me nigga
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| Don’t try to run no bull shit like that ??? |
| nigga
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| You know I’ma a fool for this
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| I gots two for this
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| I’ll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this
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| Them Daddy dollars y’all
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| My shit harder Dog
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| I’m fron the city of Caprices and Impalas y’all
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| Ima go and kill this nigga
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| Kiss above this realest nigga
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| First nigga to take you to the bar and now you feel this nigga
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| The respect you gotta give us
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| Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders nigga
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| And all yo money can’t buy this nigga
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| My exctacy got me wilin nigga
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| I’m twice that body nigga
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| About 100 miles an hour nigga
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| Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
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| Yung Wun, Yung Wun
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| Yo, Ball Out
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| Chorus: repeat 2X
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| Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
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| These down South boys ain’t playin wit yall
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| Y’all boys betta put em up what
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| Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
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| This is a stick up and y’all boys betta give it up
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| AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
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| Wait a minute God Damnit y’all done fucked up now
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| Y’all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff Ryde
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| Representin from the South
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| In a glass ???
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| This man got cash in mind
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| On the cash route
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| Niggas there with they ass out
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| Talkin bout YUNG WUN’S A BITCH (MAN)
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| That DS Cliq
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| Ima bout to pitch a fuckin fit
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| And start blowin this bitch
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| What you think my gun bust ice one
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| Down in Georgia
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| Six hours from Florida
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| Niggas get slaughtered
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| Boy where Im from
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| Problems gon get solved
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| By getting robbed
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| Causin tear drops and closed caskets
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| On tha glasses
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| Get beside theyself
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| And soficate from plastic
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| Face down on a mattress
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| Chorus: repeat 5X
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| Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
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| These down South boys ain’t playin wit yall
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| Y’all boys betta put em up, put em up what
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| Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
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| This is a stick up and y’all boys betta give it up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stomp , by - Ruff Ryders. Song from the album Ryde Or Die Vol. II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп