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Ruff Ryders, Ruff
Ryde or Die, 2

(Tugboats, over)

Ahh
It's the second time motherfucker!
2, Ryde or Die, biatch!
Gangsta and we gon' rock this motherfucker, you dig me?
We the root of the motherfuckin streets!
Double R, you sons of bitches!
Yeah!

yo' name gangsta (Big Snoop Dogg)
Where you (West coast)
You hold it down? (Please believe it nigga)
Enough then nigga (hold up, biatch)

Mmm, let's make this
yo' boots and load yo' pistols
Pull out yo credentials cause thislll
be the official for the
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, blow the whistle
Smokin on bomb-beeda secondhand smoke
will getcha, hitcha, and you all get the picture
Dig this, when was the last you seen me
posted up West coasted up and on some Remi?
Believe me, it ain't easy been (nah it ain't)
wit jealous rap niggaz and these punk ass breezies
Man, I couldn't remember what they me
when I first came in the game but done changed
Call it what you want to, the heat up on it
East, Long Beach, California, spinnin a 'Tona
Bangin on the corner, hot a sauna
so you best to up off me or I kick this ? on ya

State yo' yungsta (Yung Wun!)
you representin? (ATL shawty!)
You hold it down? (Damn right!)
Well said then (Ease up, nigga)

Shorty pop a lot, actin you got a lot
wit all that fake ice on his watch, this want to get got
to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass click
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 break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, you at boy
Hold up I'm cold hearted, right, I get retarded
I'm a young'n and down here, bitch I'm the
You can hoot, hide and talk that
I'ma stay low, keep it real and sho' to up
But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down
I'm a Ride or Die nigga, put somethin in eye nigga
Get beside it's bye bye nigga
When it come to cockin and drop poppin
I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck

yo' name gangsta (Scarface)
Where you (Motherfuckin South)
You gon' hold it down? (You God right)
Enough then nigga

Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, pullin the strings to alarm
Bringin terror wit beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm scarin motherfuckers straight wit
Guerilla tactics, guranteein my die
It's worldwide alert for all soldiers
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or over
It's a stick up, so on yo knees, cause I'm sicker
Don't disrepect it, you don't disrespect me
I'm the one these niggaz call on; when are halted,
and the time comes for the beatin of the
Make 'em an offer can't refuse
They don't comply, well now I'm bout to these fools
Fool, I these niggaz think they can't be moved
they don't scare niggaz like they thank they do
You wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I you knew

yo' name gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)
Where you (East coast dawg)
You hold it down? (Why wouldn't I?)
Enough then nigga (Let's go)

If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon'
The only time I lick in the air is New Eve
Sonny "Bronx Tale," you can't leave
Get kissed on yo' cheek then you to die
Cause when the gun poppin then my temperature rise
You my style 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals
years ago you was hollerin shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game these honies out
Never left the crack game still on a money
I run through the industry looking for
Y'all sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get in yo' eyes and mouth
Can't see can't talk when you fuckin wit the of New York
And fouler that swallowin pork
And to wit the feds dog
you know I push the to court
Toast on my lap, got the East on my back, UH

How many times must I tell you
We ain't niggaz
We in the niggas! You motherfuckin right!
Ruff Ryders forever, bitch, now what?

Ride or die, you talk it, we it (East COAST!)
So ride or die, you want it, we it (West COAST!)
so or die, you start it, we end it (Dirty SOUTH!)
So ride or die, you it, we live it (Mid WEST!)
So or die, you want it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!)
So or die, you start it, we end it (Biatch!)

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Yeah, Double are motherfuckers - Ryders!