1.Tear It Up
作詞：James Anderson, Dallas L Austin, David Banner, Jasper
Cameron, L Crump, Hal Davis, Donald E Fletcher, Bernard James
Freeman, L Matos, Weldon Dean Parks, Todd Anthony Shaw, Earl
Simmons, Wesley Weston
Straight out of ATL
We got Yung Wun, choppin' that thing, baby
Swiss Beats, Full Surface
Bounce, bounce
When I'm drunk in the club, I might just start some shit
Block party in the hood, I might just start some shit
Underground, downtown, I might just start some shit
Gimme the keys to the city, I'ma lock this bitch
They ain't gonna take me alive and you can bet dat
Hit 'em where the chest at, hit 'em where the neck at
Show me where the rest at
They in the same building livin' like a mess pack
Four miles from where the deck at
Bet dat, Shawty
You and me gonna ride over to the other side
It's time these mutha die
First make a prank call and get the kidz out the house
I ain't tryin' to kill no kids I'ma turn they lights out
Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up
All across the board we gonna tear it up
We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off
We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off
Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up
All across the board we gonna tear it up
We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off
We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off
Mississippi muthafucka, pop a dick in your mouth
Southside till I die, smokin' dro in the drop
I make a bitch gimme money then I'm kickin' her out
I spit down to your wife then we robbin' your house
Y'all niggaz love that way that we grippin' the grain
If you got it and I want it, I ain't callin' your name
Just lay it down, boy, like a ballin' G
You get yo' chest in yo' lap if you fuckin' with me
Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up
All across the board we gonna tear it up
We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off
We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off
Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up
All across the board we gonna tear it up
We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off
We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off
You might catch me at the Rose Bowl game in a 4-door Range
With a Rose gold chain wrapped around my neck
Or I might be flashin' in a white G wagon
With my arm out the window, grippin' a tit
Dawg, get it right, I got Houston on lock
I kit it right, I switch the lights every time I buy a drop
homey
You got Swiss on the beat, I gotta come with da heat
It's David Banner, Yung Wun and FLIP
Get it crunk in this
Set it off in this thing
We sittin' here leanin' by tha bar
Didn't know we drunk in this thing
Get it crunk in this
Set it off in this thing
We sittin' here leanin' by tha bar
Didn't know we drunk in this thing
Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up
All across the board we gonna tear it up
We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off
We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off
Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up
All across the board we gonna tear it up
We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off
We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off
Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up
All across the board we gonna tear it up
We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off
We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off
Aah, tear it up, lemme see you tear it up
All across the board we gonna tear it up
We gonna bounce it till the beat cut off
We gonna rock dis muthafucka till the wheels come off
2.Yung Wun Anthem
作詞：James Anderson, Kasseem Dean, Jack Wilton Marshall, Bob
Mosher
Callin' all cars, callin' all cars, uh uh, Yung Wun in here
Callin' all cars, callin' all cars, back up, back up, back up
(We gotta problem)
Time and time again, I try to be on the good foot
But ladies don't be given me good look
It's hard when you livin' like us, I started the good book
It's just what I see that got me shook
Mean mugs and cold stance take a nigga down
And to make him fail, I'mma take it to you how
Lights out, closed casket, murder warn
Yung Wun come through with the under grudge
And live the life, Yung talk about it
Don't make beef, come walk about it
Everybody know my name because I play in the street
Not because I say I'm street, mutha fucker
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Now I don't give a fuck, if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Well, I don't give a fuck if ya'll don't give a fuck
They all try to sound like Pac, I don't know why, hoe
Sounding like Pac is a position you shouldn't try, fool
They don't understand what they die for
And tell lies about black folk, and take from they own folk
That type of shit heavy poppin' through the stove
'Cause you don't wanna show your face 'cause it's a known place
And I don't love her face when she take from me man
And I don't give a fuck what you think of me
'Cause what you think of me is nothin' but a mere decision
And they shipped my ass off ta prison
If I die than death is a given and if I live let me enjoy living
That's a wonderful feeling
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Now I don't give a fuck, if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Well, I don't give a fuck if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Now I don't give a fuck, if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Well, I don't give a fuck if ya'll don't give a fuck
As a kid I had no love for life
It doesn't matter hustlers scatter, everyday from 12 in the A T
L
So love is like the wind blowing cold off the scale
Tell me what's going on, two wrongs don't make it right
But I know two holes in your dome will take your life
I'm on the precious shorty, they coming after what I treasure
It's time we start renting out yachts
Yung Wun yacht masters ship out blocks
Hold my block why'll I hand out glocks
Send the niggas over the hill
When they done, go pop somebody for show
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Now I don't give a fuck, if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Well, I don't give a fuck if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Now I don't give a fuck, if ya'll don't give a fuck
All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty
All my niggas is thirsty, thirsty thirsty
Well, I don't give a fuck if ya'll don't give a fuck
A town where you at
3.Walk It, Talk It
作詞：James Anderson, Lavell W Crump
Oh yeah
All in formation
We gon' walk wit it
(Hey)
We gon' talk wit it
(Ooh)
Got me screamin' out
Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
We gon' walk wit it
(Hey)
We gon' talk wit it
(Ooh)
Got me screamin' out
Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
This face expression of a baller
Shot calla, gettin' down for miles of travelin' through these
walls
Leavin' the green ova bitches, shady tells a 50 licks
It's sad I had to leave 'em in critical conditions
Up in that hoodlum wall club pourin' liquor on niggaz
It's green fellish for life there, they go hit the lights
Back do it in park, as I bounced up out that cash po'
Call up Joe, where he at？ He at tha airport
Duckin' an' runnin' from these po pos they outta control
30 cops chasin' a nigga from the ghetto
Tired as hell, I put that suit case down
We gon' walk wit it
(Hey)
We gon' talk wit it
(Ooh)
Got me screamin' out
Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
6 o clock in tha mourin' stretchin' and yawnin' as the sun rise
Poorin' out liquor fo all my soldiers that died
In these ghetto days, bussin' bottles and shoot the bitches
It's them ghetto ways, them ghetto ways
(Hey)
My 1st mission of the day, wit a swisha fired up
They say ya back in the trap again shorty so what
Where the weed at？ Believe that, I need that, so
On the south side get slack
Is it my last day, I don't knoe, but if I go
Put a blunt in my casket shorty let mah soul smoke
So on 3, PPG fast street for cannonville
On the souf side where hard heads ride we keep it real
We gon' walk wit it
(Hey)
We gon' talk wit it
(Ooh)
Got me screamin' out
Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
I'm tryin' to cop the new bently thang
I already got the fansies off the lot wit tha Cuban Frames
4 4's on top I move them thangs
ya car slippin' in tha hood ya mite loose ya brain
Like a black bird, that's rite, high up on the curve
David Atten on mah face like CFA, GIA but call 'em Dedra Allison
Bay banks and billoms high flys and hideaways
In Dresden stay and play
I got tha Nelly claw on the seize and do'
Ya neva saw a Yung
Nigga do this shit befo'
We gon' walk wit it
(Hey)
We gon' talk wit it
(Ooh)
Got me screamin' out
Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
Let 'em kno, every hood roun
The world this how we doin' this here
Yung Wun, knoe what I'm sayin'
Bringin' it to ya on the real
Uncut strait street, all hood
America, we have a problem
4 real it's goin' down
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
East Side what, West Side what
Down South motha fuka, where tha mouf motha fucka
East side, West Side, North Side, South Side
Mississippi in dis thang rite
ATL man, St. Louis man, magnolia, bounce bak, get that what
4.Stomp
Yung Wun ＆ Trick Daddy
Y'all done fucked 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 that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BUDDY
I don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghost
No problem Barry; you don't no cemetery, homes
Just a pine box dropped off in the woods
A man to come home, six-oh-three be like that
Catch a case and come right back
To the block with a gat
Standin out in the track with a bumma hard
Bummin weed into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby, cause I be wilder, big BALLER, call up with quarter
Trying to make a few endz
be runnin from the police, never wanna follow the Impala
(That's shit) And it ain't no stoppin it
Y'all niggas from Georgia ain't lockin it
Chorus： repeat 2X
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
These down South boys ain't playin wit yall
y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Look, I'm slippin right behind ya nigga
Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya nigga
I'm representin Dade County nigga
I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas
Don't eva try me nigga
Don't try to run no bull shit like that ？？？ nigga
You know I'ma a fool for this
I gots two for this
I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this
Them Daddy dollars y'all
My shit harder Dog
I'm fron the city of Caprices and Impalas y'all
Ima go and kill this nigga
Kiss above this realest nigga
First nigga to take you to the bar and now you feel this nigga
The respect you gotta give us
Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders nigga
And all yo money can't buy this nigga
My exctacy got me wilin nigga
I'm twice that body nigga
About 100 miles an hour nigga
Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, Ball Out
Chorus： repeat 2X
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
These down South boys ain't playin wit yall
y'all boys betta put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
Wait a minute God Damnit y'all done fucked up now
y'all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff Ryde
Representin from the South
In a glass ？？？
This man got cash in mind
On the cash route
Niggas there with they ass out
Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A BITCH (MAN)
That DS Cliq
Ima bout to pitch a fuckin fit
And start blowin this bitch
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where Im from
Problems gon get solved
By getting robbed
Causin tear drops and closed caskets
On tha glasses
Get beside theyself
And soficate from plastic
Face down on a mattress
Chorus： repeat 5X
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
These down South boys ain't playin wit yall
y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what
Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
5.WW III
Yung Wun, Snoop Dogg, Jadakiss, Scarface
(Tugboats.. ehh, it's over..)
Ahhh-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
It's the second time around motherfucker! (YESS!)
Volume 2 - Ryde or Die, BIATCH!
Gangsta nigga and we gon' rock this motherfucker, you dig me？
(Fo' sho' baby!) We the square root of the motherfuckin streets!
(Fo' sho' baby!) Double R, you cocksuckin sons of bitches!!
YEAH!!
State yo' name gangsta (Big Snoop Dogg.. bow wow!)
Where you representin？ (West coast)
You gon' hold it down？ (Please believe it nigga)
Enough said then nigga (hold up.. BIATCH)
Mmm, let's make this official
Shine yo' boots and load yo' pistols
Pull out yo best credentials cause thislll
be the official for the fictitial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga blow the whistle
Smokin on some bomb-beeda secondhand smoke
will getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the picture
Dig this - when was the last time you seen me
posted up West coasted up and sippin on some Remi？
Believe me - it ain't easy been Deezy (nah it ain't)
wit these jealous rap niggaz and these punk ass breezies
Man - I couldn't remember what they told me
when I first came in the game but thangs done changed
Call it what you wanna, keep the heat up on it
East, Long Beach, California - spinnin like a 'Tona
Bangin on the corner, hot like a sauna
so you best to back up off me or I kick this ？ on ya
State yo' name yungsta (YUNG WUN!)
Where you representin？ (ATL SHAWTY!!)
You gon' hold it down？ (DAMN RIGHT!!!)
Well nuff said then (Ease up, nigga!)
(Man throw dem chains up!)
Shorty pop a lot, actin like you got a lot
wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got
Coming to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass click
I'ma put somethin in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged
out shit
You better be strapped boy, how you love that boy, act boy
I'ma break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up I'm cold hearted; DAMN RIGHT, I get retarded
I'm a yung-un and down here, bitch I'm the hardest
You can hoot, hide and talk that shit
I'ma stay low, keep it real and sho' to come up
But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down here
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down here
I'm a Ryde or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye nigga
Get beside yourself it's bye bye nigga
When it come to glock cockin and drop poppin
I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck
nigga
State yo' name gangsta (Scarface)
Where you representin？ (Motherfuckin South)
You gon' hold it down？ (You God damn right)
Enough said then nigga
Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, pullin the strings to your alarm
Bringin terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm scarin motherfuckers straight wit mine
Guerilla tactics, guranteein my enemy die
It's worldwide army alert for all soliders
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm sicker
Don't disrepect it, you don't disrespect me nigga
I'm the one these niggaz call on; when negotiations are halted,
and the time comes for the beatin of the bosses
Make 'em an offer that can't refuse
They don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank these fools
Fool, I guess these niggaz think they can't be moved
Realizie they don't scare niggaz like they thank they do
You fuck wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew
State yo' name gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)
Where you representin？ (East coast dawg)
You gon' hold it down？ (Why wouldn't I？)
Enough said then nigga (Let's go)
(Let's go)
If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' breathe
The only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve
Sonny from 'Bronx Tale,' you can't leave
Get kissed on yo' cheek then you meant to die
Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise
You know my style; 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was hollerin shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game twistin these honies out
Never left the crack game still on a money route
I run through the industry looking for enemies
Y'all niggaz sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo' eyes and mouth
Can't see can't talk when you fuckin wit the heart of New York
And that's fouler that swallowin pork
And to fuck wit the feds dog
you know I push the prowler to court
Toast on my lap, got the East Coast on my back, UH
How many times must I tell you motherfuckers
We ain't industry niggaz
We in-the-STREETS, niggaz - you motherfuckin right!
Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch - now what？
Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it (East COAST!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it (West COAST!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it (Dirty SOUTH!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it (Mid WEST!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it (Biatch!)
Yeah, Double R motherfuckers - Ruff Ryders!
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