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Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
Ryde or Die Volume 2 (Tugboats)
hahaha It's the second time around motherfker (yeah)
Volume 2 Ryde or Die bia*ch
Gangsta nigg* and we gone rock this motherfker (fo sho baby)
We the square root of the motherfking street (fo sho baby)
Double R you sons of girls (yeah)
Swiss Beatz (Snoop Dogg)
State yo name gangsta (Big Snoop Dogg bow wow)
Where you representing (Westcoast)
Yo gone hold it down (Please believe it nigg*)
Enough said then nigg* (Hold on Hold up bia*ch)
Snoop Dogg
Uh, lets make this official
shine yo boots and load yo pistol
pull out yo best credentals cause this will
be the official for the ficticial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swissal, nigg* blow the whistle
Smoking on some bomebee to second hand smoke
Will get you, hit you, and make you all get the picture, dig this,
When was the last time you seen me
posted up west coasted up ?oastin up, while sippin on some remix
Believe me it ain't easy been Diese
wit these jealous rap and these punk as* frizes
Man I couldnt remember what they told me
when I first came in the game thangs done changed
Call it what you wanna, keep it on her
Eastside, Long Beach, California spinning like a toner
Banging on the corner, hot like a sauna
Get the best of you then fk with ya n put this all up on ya
Swiss Beatz (Yung Wun)
State yo name yungsta (Yung Wun)
Where you representing (ATL shorty)
You gone hold it down (d*mn, right)
Enough said then (ease up nigg*)
Lets go
Yung Wun
Shorty pop a lot, acting like you got a lot
wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigg* wanna get got
Coming to my city wit all that hot s**t and his fake as* cl*t
I'm a put something in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out s**t
You better be strapped boy, how you love that boy, act boy
I'm gone break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up I'm cold hearted, d*mn right I get r*tarded
I'm a yung-on and down here b*tch I'm the hardest
You can hoot, hide and talk that s**t
I'm gone stay low and keep it real and shorty come up
But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down here
Watch you mouth boy, you might get killed down here
I'm a ryde or die nigg*, put something in yo eye nigg*
Get beside yourself it's bye bye nigg*
When it come to glock c*cking and top popping
I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fk nigg*
Swiss Beatz (Scarface)
State yo name gangsta (Scarface)
Where you representing (Motherfking south)
You gone hold it down (Godd*mn right)
Enough said then nigg*
Scarface
Holly hos, Scarface n Don, pulling the strings in your alarm
Bringing terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm scaring motherfkers straight wit my
Guerilla tactics guranteeing my enemy die
It's a worldwide army alert for all soliders
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, cuz I'm sicker
dont disrespect it, you dont disrespect me nigg*
I'm the one these call on when negotiations are halted
and time come for the beating up the bosses
Make them an offer that can't refuse, they don't comply
well now im bout to stank these fools fool
I guess these think they can't be moved
Realizing they don't scare like they thank they do
You fk wit me, I gots to fk wit you
World War 3 motherfker, I thought you knew
Swiss Beatz (Jadakiss)
State yo name gangsta (Jadakiss nigg*)
Where you representing (East Coast dogg)
You gone hold it down (Why wouldn't I)
Enough said then nigg* Let's go
Jadakiss
If you fkin wit the kiss you ain't gone breathe
the only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve, uh
Sonny from Bronstail you can't leave
get kissed on yo cheek then you meant to die
Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise
you know my style 20 wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was hollering shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game twisting these hunnies out
Never left the crack game still on a money route
I run through the industry looking for enemies
Y'all sound sick and Jada the remedy
get shot in yo eyes and mouth
can't see can't talk when you fking wit the heart of New York
And that's fouler that sw*llowing pork
An don't fk wit the feds, dog you know I push the prowler to court
toast on my lap, got the East Coast on my back, uh
How many times must I tell you motherfkers
We ain't industry
We in-the-streets
We motherfking riders forever b*tch now what
Ryde or Die you talk it we live it (Eastcoast)
So Ryde or Die you want it we give it (Westcoast)
So Ryde or Die you start it we end it (Dirty south)
So Ryde or Die you talk it we live it (Mid West)
So Ryde or Die you want it we give it (Ruff Ryders)
So Ryde or Die you start it we end it(bia*ch)
hahaha Ruff Ryders, yeah, Double R motherfker! Ruff Ryders