Lyrics Get Wild - Ruff Ryders
All
my
niggaz,
all
my
bitches
Get
high,
get
drunk
get
wild
buck
fool
You
know
my
style,
get
crunk
Bitches
bounce,
niggaz
bounce
And
let
me
give
you
that
funk
shit,
blunt
shit
While
I
make
you
bang
it
out
your
trunk
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
it′s
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
let's
keep
it
real
Most
y'all
killers
ain′t
even
twenty-two
years
old
Ain′t
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
it's
goin′
down,
baby
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
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
The
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
There's
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
All
my
niggaz,
all
my
bitches
Get
high,
get
drunk
get
wild
buck
fool
You
know
my
style,
get
crunk
Bitches
bounce,
niggaz
bounce
And
let
me
give
you
that
funk
shit,
blunt
shit
While
I
make
you
bang
it
out
your
trunk
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
till
that
mutha
fucka
flip
And
every
club
in
Cali
crackin′
it′s
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
Now
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
So
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,
come
on
All
my
niggaz,
all
my
bitches
Get
high,
get
drunk
get
wild
buck
fool
You
know
my
style,
get
crunk
Bitches
bounce,
niggaz
bounce
And
let
me
give
you
that
funk
shit,
blunt
shit
While
I
make
you
bang
it
out
your
trunk
Can't
fly,
get
away
You
know
my
style
Bang
it
out
your
trunk
While
I
make
you
bang
it
out
your
trunk
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2 If It's Beef ...
3 Knock Knock
4 What They Want
5 Ghetto Children
6 Dame Raggaeton (Skit)
7 Dame Raggaeton
8 What Ryders Do
9 Stay Down
10 Get Wild
11 Blood In the Streets
12 Stupid B**ch
13 Aim 4 the Head
14 Throw It Up
15 Keep the Guns Cocked (If It's Beef... RMX)
16 Dale Poppi Dale
17 100 Bars of Crack
18 So Serious
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