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

[Intro] [Trick Daddy] One [Yung Wun] Y'all done f**ked up now OH sh*t Ryde Or Die n***a [Verse 1 - Yung Wun] Its Yung Wun with the big gun What you gon do boy You betta sit down boy we 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 BLOODY Don't play with the gun smoke For the East to the West Coast n***a get ??? no problem Barry You no cemetery, Home Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods A man to come home It's a three be like that Tell his a** to come right back To the block with a gat Standin out in the track with a bumma hard Bummin weed into the sack n***a 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 ??? be borowing from the police Never wanna follow And parlor (that's sh**) And it ain't no stoppin it Y'all n***as from Georgia ain't lockin it [Chorus - Yung Wun] (Swizz Beatz in the back) Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up Them cops on put and they came to town 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 [Verse 2 - Trick Daddy] Look, I'm slippin right behind ya n***a Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya n***a I'm representin big county n***a I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy n***as Don't eva try me n***a Don't try to run no bull sh** like that ??? n***a 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 sh** harder Dog Im from the city of Caprise and them parlors y'all Ima go and k** this n***a Kiss above this realest n***a First n***a to take you to the bar and now you feel this n***a The respect you gotta give us Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders n***a And all yo money can't buy this n***a My exctacy got me wilin n***a I'm twice that body n***a About 100 miles an hour n***a [Swizz Beatz] Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy Yung Wun, Yung Wun Yo, Ball Out [Chorus]x2 [Verse 3 - Yung Wun] AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH Wait a minute God Damnit y'all done f**ked up now Y'all gotta n***a from the A on the Ruff Ryde Representin from the South In a gla** ??? This man got cash in mind On the cash route n***as there with they a** out Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A b*tch (MAN) That DS Cliq Ima bout to pitch a f**kin fit And start blowin this b**h What you think my gun bust ice one Down in Georgia Six hours from Florida n***as get slaughtered Boy where Im from Problems gon get solved By getting robbed Causin tear drops and closed caskets On tha gla**es Get beside theyself And soficate from plastic Face down on a mattress [Chorus]x5