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Ruff Ryders - Get Wild lyrics
[Hook - Flashy] All my niggaz all my bitches get high get drunk get wild buck fool you know my style get crunk bitches bounce niggaz bounce let me give you that funk shit blunt shit while I make you bang it out your trunk [Verse 1 - DMX] You cats, talk slick but walk quick when the dog hit The dog hits coming back to the raw shit Aww shit they done let me back out the gate back out to tape back out to rape Back off the chains so please back out the way Before I blow ya back out with this fuckin AK Don't give a fuck what a nigga say no matter who he sound like Make sure you know what the rain is but its gonna be coming down like cats and dogs hold up it is cats and dogs keep fucking with the dog its gonna be cats in the morgue twenty- two million sold lets keep it real most y'all killers ain't even twenty- two years old Aint never felt the cold wet behind the ears know what real pain is cried real tears I go hard bogard and stand my ground Fuck y'all niggaz it's how its goin down baby [Hook] [Verse 2 - Jadakiss] It just don't look right Bullshit coke don't cook right The judge ain't throwin the book right Should thank the lord that you blew up softy Don't talk greasy you grew up off me I ain't letting go of the block and if I get a good enough grip I ain't lettin go of the lock If I happen to pinched I ain't goin to shock I'm gonna to get aquatinted with niggaz in general pop Stop but don't hate 'cause everybody got a lil blood to donate Thugs'll go ape the women'll come around shortly after that is when the jealousy sets in then they'll shut it down It's just raspy nothin on the neck wrist ware just classy no way I'm letting this money just get past me When all I had to do in the first place from the beginning was get nasty [Hook] [Verse 3 - Kartoon] Niggaz been waitin' for that west coast shit I tell them to go fish Blowin purple in a purple Laker jersey wit the gold kicks bitches be like Toon you a mutha fuckin trip Hop in the whip and lean til that mutha fucka flip and every club in Cali crackin' its gangsta town keep a couple of niggaz with me that'll bang you down now lil mama put switches on and make it jump before me you needed Lil Jon to make it crunk naw for real come to Cali player take ya pump my New York niggaz leave y'all wit razor bumps now pappa raised a rolling stone I feel like pops In the absence of Makaveli I feel like Pac even though I got the deal I still might pop right in front of the po-po you could feel my shots man all my niggaz carry bangers we feel like SWAT and that's the reason why Rialto feel like Watts [Hook] |
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