Stomp (feat. Yung Wun & Trick Daddy) - Ruff Ryders

Miami Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Half step pussy ass nigga Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one with me I got my big gun wit' me, don't feel like doofin', I feel like shootin' fool And I don't like your attitude You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' ass come out Ol' bitch ass, hold another nigga dick ass, bitch ass, nigga Keep lookin' at a nigga like you gonna tell somethin' I'll fuck around and kill ya Get on your mark, get set, you ready, yo If this shit get silly, I'm lettin' it go First scrito in the front seat You ever come my way, it's gon' be gun play Hey, I ride wit' a AK, get high and spit five out the AK Okay, let a nigga play and watch T-Double-D knock ya ass of the free seat All my Dade County Chevy boys, who drive candy toys and tolt guns galore And treat the Hummer like a Tonka toy Got shit you niggas ain't seen before Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Ying Yang and the T-Double-D We, in this motherfucker, crunk in this motherfucker And our nigga wit' a Miami boy And I still like to play wit' my Tonka toy I'm a Toys R Us kid, yes I is You can't be serious, yes I is You think I'm playin' then ask my brother You still don't believe me then ask my mother Because I love my gun, I play with my gun Have fun with my gun, have sex with my gun And I don't put a motherfucker out for fun 'Cause I ain't finna get ya ass tryin' to run I'ma bust one time, bust two times And the third time, yo' ass is mine Go down for the count, "He can't get up!" Damn, he fell and he can't get up Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your road Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) You a soft (mo'fucker), kind of gay (mo'fucker) If you mad 'cause you like you never had (mo'fucker) Fuck yo' (ass mo'fucker), that's the past (mo'fucker) And I know the fact make ya mad (mo'fucker) It is, what I thought nigga think it ain't For real, you lame and we off the chain And the T-Double-D, we bolo Fuck hoes, niggas ride by my Dolo Get the keys to my car and I jump in Hit the Liquor store, buy my Cigars and 'gen Get drunk and I'm off in the wind Lookin' for a itty-bitty pretty that could hold a sin We smokin' and ridin' Don't tell nobody, be quiet Might cut it lil' butt it Can't let this shit get done Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your road Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh my God, from the south to the bottom Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins, beatin' ass Collipark Music Incorporated This that next level right here, it's that crunk party All these nigga doin' crunk music, we crunk party nigga Be original with it Hey man, who really run the south?

Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion Flashin', talker, no action Read emcees like TVs 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 Shawn 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 cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap Oops, clipped ya face just missed ya hat This go out to those that think this just a rap Well, mister, address the gat, we'll address ya back Nasty, nasty, spittin' disgusting raps And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will rough you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will touch you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will bust you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy You don't want no drummer boy I hate cops and I like you even less I turn your whole block to a bleedin' mess Niggas talk hard and get an easy death 'Cuz I pop buck shots like I'm [Incomprehensible] 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 nigga 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 off 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 too rough I straight grew up, I'm still a bully Used to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelry Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will rough you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will touch you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will bust you up Don't make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze Gonna 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 niggas all sweet like candy yams Clear blocks outs, hop out the family van Lookin' like a handy man with tools on the waist Put you in the ambulance with two's in your face You'se a disgrace, you've never been hot And I can tell by how you talkin' you ain't never been shot Yo, it's whatever or not, if you want it, it's war You can choose what I'ma use, the pump or the four Then decide where you gon' die, trunk or 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 niggas think they hard, this is somethin' for y'all You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will rough you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will touch you up Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will rough you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will touch you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz will bust you up You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy You don't want no drummer boy

Cap D coming Beat that fine move Fuck niggas rock too My niggas no good Aint nothing but her so good Trick daddy in the house Disrespect watch your mouth She eat all D And dog you to captain D Yeah Yeah I like my hoes Never at home always in the street hoe-ing 3 to the store with their an-tee showing Nigga fly but the hand and nails been up in that coop Some 'notha nigga like to run up in ugh Like the big booty hoes with cute faces Lil nigga hit it on the first Basis Niggas fake but ya kick game straight X and o's down with the diamond name ugh Or when the panthers sets with dime again Or keep a nigga staring when you wearing down the camera It's creepy shit that keeps a nigga looking at you In the bunk station you can show off ya tattoo Even if you a max true player She'n giving it up the ass even if a nigga paying You say you not a money hungry hoe But if so come get the cash before we keep it on the low Ride Ride Fuck Ride Ride Nigga Ride Ride Fuck Ride Ride Bitch Ride Ride Fuck Ride Ride Nigga Ride Ride Fuck Ride Ride Bitch Word with the nigga with game His two cents making riches While money doing bitches like Emit Smith So let a nigga slide up Stick dick in your throat And leave ya mouth piece wide up They get money out coming To the niggas leveling hoes and mouth flipping cunts They wanna make a choice Which is grab ass Gold diggin bitches Pussy nothing but riches Some of these niggas be sexing hoes And buying them x and o's and expensive clothes When a nigga like myself can sweep her You can break off but you still cant keep her Coals in the sack I hit it from the back Spitting too Nigga after the fuck It's nothing else to do But send her back to you With the pussy bent up While you rob the store To keep the rent up Niggas in the house Niggas in the house Niggas in the house Let me hear you say "sex them hoes" Sex them hoes Say freak them hoes Freak them hoes Say eat them hoes Eat them hoes Say fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes Sex them hoes Say freak them hoes Freak them hoes Say eat them hoes Eat them hoes Put your hands up by your ass and drop that pussy to the floor Your pussy Them titties That pussy Them titties girl Them titties girl Them titties girl That pussy girl

Yeah This is for my peoples in the streets And this thing right here Uh, uh, uh Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll N- wanna try, n- wanna lie Then n- wonder why n- wanna die All I know is pain, all I feel is rain How can I maintain with that sh- on my brain I resort to v-, my n- move in silence Like you don't know what our style is New York n- the wildest My n- is with it, you want it, come and get it Took it, then we split it, you f- right we did it What the f- you gon' do when we run up on you? F- with the wrong crew Don't know what we're goin' through I'ma have to show n- how easily we blow n- When you find out there's some more n- That's runnin' with yo' n- Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle Light it up like a candle, just 'cause I can't stand you Put my sh- on tapes like you bustin' grapes Think you holdin' weight, then you haven't met the apes Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Is y'all n- crazy? I'll bust you and be Swayze Stop actin' like a baby, mind your business, lady Nosy people get it too, when you see me spit at you You know I'm tryin' to get rid of you, yeah I know, it's pitiful That's how n- get down, watch my n- spit rounds Make you suckers kiss ground, just for talkin' sh-, clown Oh, you think it's funny? Then you don't know me, money It's about to get ugly, f- it, dawg, I'm hungry I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green Rob n- on ravine, don't make it a m- scene Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone Let a dog roam and he'll find his way home Home of the brave, my home is a cage Ayo, I'ma slave 'til my home is a g- I'ma pull capers, it's all about the papers B- caught the vapors, and now they wanna r- us Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Look what you done started, asked for it, you got it Had it, shoulda sh- it, now you're dearly departed Get at me, dawg, did I rip sh-? With this one here I flip sh- N- know when I kick sh- it's gon' be some slick sh- What was that look for when I walked in the door? Oh, you thought you was raw? Not anymore 'Cause now you on the floor, wishin' you never saw Me walk through that door with that- Now it's time for bed, two more to the h- Got the floor red, yeah, that n- dead Another unsolved mystery, it's goin' down in history N- ain't never did sh- to me B- can't get to me Gots to make the move, got a point to prove Gotta make them groove, got 'em all like, "Ooh!" So to the next time you hear this n- rhyme Try to keep your mind on gettin'- Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll