Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryde or Die, 2
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Ahh It's the time around motherfucker! 2, Ryde or Die, biatch! Gangsta nigga and we gon' this motherfucker, you dig me? We the square of the motherfuckin streets! Double R, you cocksuckin of bitches! Yeah!
State yo' name gangsta (Big Dogg) Where you (West coast) You gon' hold it down? (Please it nigga) Enough said then (hold up, biatch)
Mmm, make this official Shine yo' boots and load yo' Pull out yo credentials cause thislll be the official for the Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga blow the whistle Smokin on bomb-beeda secondhand smoke getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the picture Dig this, when was the time you seen me posted up West coasted up and sippin on Remi? Believe me, it ain't easy been (nah it ain't) wit these jealous rap niggaz and these ass breezies Man, I couldn't what they told me when I first came in the game but thangs done Call it you want to, keep the heat up on it East, Long Beach, California, spinnin a 'Tona Bangin on the corner, hot like a so you best to back up off me or I this ? on ya
State yo' yungsta (Yung Wun!) you representin? (ATL shawty!) You gon' hold it (Damn right!) Well nuff then (Ease up, nigga)
Shorty pop a lot, like you got a lot wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga to get got Coming to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass I'ma put somethin in him and bust his wig, I'm on some out shit You be strapped boy, how you love that boy, act boy I'ma yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy Hold up I'm hearted, damn right, I get retarded I'm a young'n and here, bitch I'm the hardest You can hoot, hide and talk shit I'ma stay low, keep it real and to come up But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real here Watch your mouth boy, you might get down here I'm a Ride or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye Get yourself it's bye bye nigga When it come to glock cockin and poppin I'm the first to hit the and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga
State yo' gangsta (Scarface) Where you (Motherfuckin South) You gon' hold it down? (You God right) said then nigga
Heidi-hoe! and Don, pullin the strings to your alarm Bringin terror wit this beretta, I in my palm I'm scarin motherfuckers wit mine tactics, guranteein my enemy die It's worldwide alert for all soldiers Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm Don't disrepect it, you disrespect me nigga I'm the one these niggaz call on; negotiations are halted, and the time comes for the of the bosses Make 'em an offer that can't They don't comply, well now I'm to stank these fools Fool, I guess these niggaz think can't be moved Realizie they don't scare niggaz they thank they do You fuck wit me, I gots to wit you War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew
State yo' gangsta (Jadakiss nigga) Where you (East coast dawg) You gon' hold it (Why wouldn't I?) said then nigga (Let's go)
If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you gon' breathe The time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you can't Get kissed on yo' cheek then you to die Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature You my style 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals Nine years ago you was hollerin shorty Now I'm in the rap game twistin these out Never left the crack game still on a money I run through the industry looking for Y'all niggaz sick and Jada the remedy Get shot in yo' and mouth Can't see can't talk you fuckin wit the heart of New York And that's fouler that swallowin And to fuck wit the dog you know I push the prowler to on my lap, got the East Coast on my back, UH
How many times I tell you motherfuckers We ain't industry We in the streets niggas! You right! Ruff forever, yeah bitch, now what?
or die, you talk it, we live it (East COAST!) So or die, you want it, we give it (West COAST!) so or die, you start it, we end it (Dirty SOUTH!) So or die, you talk it, we live it (Mid WEST!) So ride or die, you want it, we it (Ruff RYDERS!) So ride or die, you it, we end it (Biatch!)
[ad for 8 seconds] Beatz] Yeah, Double are motherfuckers - Ryders!