Stomp lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[Intro: Yung Wun]
Y'all done f*cked up now!
OH sh*t! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
It's mine now! Who want it, HA?
D-S, Ryde or Die n*gga, you heard that?

[Verse 1: Yung Wun]
It's Yung Wun with the big gun, what you gon' do boy?
You betta sit down n*gga 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, n*gga 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
n*gga 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 sh*t) And it ain't no stoppin it
Y'all n*ggas from Georgia ain't lockin it
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
Look, I'm slippin right behind ya n*gga
Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya n*gga
I'm representin Dade County n*gga
I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy n*ggas
Don't eva try me n*gga
Don't try to run no bull sh*t like that ??? n*gga
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*t harder Dog
I'm fron the city of Caprices and Impalas y'all
Ima go and kill this n*gga
Kiss above this realest n*gga
First n*gga to take you to the bar and now you feel this n*gga
The respect you gotta give us
Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders n*gga
And all yo money can't buy this n*gga
My exctacy got me wilin n*gga
I'm twice that body n*gga
About 100 miles an hour n*gga
[Interlude: Swizz Beatz]
Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, Ball Out

[Chorus]
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
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

[Verse 3: YUNG WUN]
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
Wait a minute God Damnit y'all done f*cked up now
Y'all gotta n*gga from the A on the Ruff Ryde
Representin from the South
In a glass ???
This man got cash in mind
On the cash route
n*ggas there with they ass out
Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A b*tch (MAN)
That DS Cliq
Ima bout to pitch a f*ckin fit
And start blowin this b*tch
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
n*ggas 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
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
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