Ruff Ryders - Stomp (feat. Trick Daddy & Yung Wun) Lyrics
[Yung Wun]Y'all done *****ed up now!OH SHIT! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!It's mine now! Who want it, HA?D-S, Ryde or Die nigga, you heard that?It's Yung Wun with the big gun, what you gon' do boy?You betta sit down nigga don't play like thatBetta yet tell ya man to put down the gatBefore it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BUDDYI don't play with the gun smokeFor the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghostNo problem Barry; you don't no cemetery, homesJust a pine box dropped off in the woodsA man to come home, six-oh-three be like thatCatch a case and come right backTo the block with a gatStandin out in the track with a bumma hardBummin weed into the sackNigga let the weed smoke blowI'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the headBaby, cause I be wilder, big BALLER, call up with quarterTrying to make a few endzbe runnin from the police, never wanna follow the Impala(That's shit) And it ain't no stoppin itY'all niggas from Georgia ain't lockin itChorus: repeat 2XGive it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it upThese down South boys ain't playin wit yally'all boys betta put em up, put em up whatPut em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em upThis is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up[Trick Daddy]Look, I'm slippin right behind ya niggaDon't try to hide cause I'll find ya niggaI'm representin Dade County niggaI gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggasDon't eva try me niggaDon't try to run no bull shit like that ??? niggaYou know I'ma a fool for thisI gots two for thisI'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for thisThem Daddy dollars y'allMy shit harder