[Yung Wun]
Man! Man! Man! Man! (Larsiny)
Don't start nuttin ya $$# can't finish

Ryde or Die Boyz gon', COME AND GET WITCHA!

[Larsiny: S. Lassiter]

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 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 @@#! 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 $#&@ 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


[Verse Two: Larsiny]
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

[Yung Wun]

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


[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Larsiny]

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, 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 ^!$$%s think they hard, this is somethin for y'all

[Chorus]

[Yung Wun]

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

[Chorus]