Lyrics What Ya Want - Ruff Ryders
Ugh,
ugh,
ugh,
ugh,
ugh
ugh
What
y'all
niggas
want,
huh?
Ugh,
ugh,
ugh
Lubia
huh?
Papi
screamin'
out
of
they
mouth
Bomb
shell
just
a
second,
mami
wanna
speak
out
What
I
need
in
my
life,
make
ya
body
freak
out
Baby
seem
like
the
type,
married
niggaz
sneak
out
Like
I'm
ballin'
y'all,
yes
I
be
appallin'
ya'll
Boss
type
hold
it
down,
wantin'
all
of
y'all
Callin'
y'all
never
chasin'
me
down
Three
weeks,
heartbroken,
yes,
you
hatin'
me
now
She
speaks
soft
spoken,
till
she
datin'
the
clown
I'm
takin'
'em
down,
reel
'em
in
and
makin'
em
drown
Mistake,
I
said
gimme
that,
but
I'm
takin'
it
now
What
I
need
from
a
nigga,
negative
in
his
sound
Or
dasity
even
askin'
me,
for
ass,
I
laugh
This
bitch
is
fast
and
free,
swatin'
'em
off
When
I
see
this
niggas
a
flea,
plotin'
of
cost
for
riches
Millionaire
wannabe,
uh
huh
What
y'all
niggas
want?
(What
we
want,
wha?)
Can't
touch
(Uh)
All
y'all
niggaz
need
(What
we
need
in
our
life?)
Is
right
here
with
me
(Uh)
Sounds
y'all
wanna
hear
(Who
dat,
who
dat?)
Swizz
Beatz
(Uh)
I'm
the
one
you
fear
(Why?)
It's
my
time,
feel
me
Popular
since
I
started
my
life
Eve
you
know
my
name,
probably
the
dangerous
type
Brick
house
stallion,
think
you
taming
me
right?
Not
this
baby
Val
Philly
streets,
they
raisin'
her
right
Keep
it
pretty
or
can
make
it
gritty
be
a
lady
Need
boots
pocket
books
and
a
baby
380
But
prefer
to
keep
it,
calm
and
cool
When
I'm
heated
I
suggest
you
move
Just
avoid
a
bad
situation,
what
you
got
to
prove?
Leave
her
be,
chicken
squakin'
hatin'
frequently
Manic
Man
is
obsessed
and
stalkin'
me
If
he,
icy
enough,
I'm
pricin'
his
stuff
Be
nicy
enough,
to
let
him
spin,
I'm
callin'
ya
bluff
Puttin'
it
down,
Ruff
Ryders
puttin'
they
work
Snatched
up
the
illest
viscous
pittbull
in
a
skirt
Makin'
em
hurt,
haters
steady
dishin'
up
dirt
Changin'
the
game,
settin'
the
rules,
makin'
it
work,
uh
What
y'all
niggas
want?
(What
we
want,
wha?)
Can't
touch
(Uh)
All
y'all
niggaz
need
(What
we
need
in
our
life?)
Is
right
here
with
me
(Uh)
Sounds
y'all
wanna
hear
(Who
dat,
who
dat?)
Swizz
Beatz
(Uh)
I'm
the
one
you
fear
(Why?)
It's
my
time,
feel
me
Leavin'
'em
scared,
mami
takin'
all
of
this
here
All
of
this
fame
I'm
hungry,
hope
you
cats
is
prepared
Niggas,
set
me
up
and
I'mma
take
it
and
run
Think
it's
a
game,
just
check
out
how
my
format
is
done
Stalkin'
ya
shine
and
I
do
it
to
perfection
Made
a
promise
everytime
I
touch
the
mic
to
bless
'em
Used
to
tease
me
how
I
keep
is
greezy
just
to
test
'em
Eve
handcuff
niggas
but
I
don't
arrest
'em
Shorty
bang,
hear
the
niggaz
sayin'
Shout
my
name,
make
the
thugish
niggas
scream
Watchin'
me
entertain,
dicks
brick
when
I
like
the
lips
Just
keepin'
it
plain
Fantasizin'
about
this
bitch,
got
'em
goin'
insane
Ooh's
and
ahh's,
5'7"
thick
in
the
thighs
Every
thugs
dream
wife,
see
the
love
in
they
eyes
My
time
to
shine,
whole
package
make
her
a
dime
Want
some
more?
It
ain't
over,
just
keep
pressin'
rewind,
uh
What
y'all
niggas
want?
(What
we
want,
wha?)
Can't
touch
(Uh)
All
y'all
niggaz
need
(What
we
need
in
our
life?)
Is
right
here
with
me
(Uh)
Sounds
y'all
wanna
hear
(Who
dat,
who
dat?)
Swizz
Beatz
(Uh)
I'm
the
one
you
fear
(Why?)
It's
my
time,
feel
me
What
y'all
niggas
want?
(What
we
want,
wha?)
Can't
touch
(Uh)
All
y'all
niggaz
need
(What
we
need
in
our
life?)
Is
right
here
with
me
(Uh)
Sounds
y'all
wanna
hear
(Who
dat,
who
dat?)
Swizz
Beatz
(Uh)
I'm
the
one
you
fear
(Why?)
It's
my
time,
feel
me
(Uh)
Uh,
99,
like
2000
Ruff
Ryders,
Dru
Hill
Swizz
beats,
Eve
Comin'
for
that
ass,
uh
1 Ryde or Die
2 Down Bottom
3 What Ya Want
4 Jigga My Nigga
5 Takin' Money (Skit)
6 Dope Money
7 I'm a Ruff Ryder
8 Bugout
9 Kiss of Death
10 The Hood
11 Platinum Plus
12 Buff Ryders (Skit)
13 Do That S***
14 Pina Colada
15 Some X S***
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