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 - Jason T Phillips
 - Earl Simmons
 - Trevor Smith
 - Scott Spencer Storch
 
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Ruff Ryders - Get Wild lyrics
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 aroundRuff Ryders - Get Wild - http://motolyrics.com/ruff-ryders/get-wild-lyrics.html
 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
















