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Ruff Ryders, Ryders
or Die, Volume 2

(Tugboats, over)

Ahh
the second time around motherfucker!
Volume 2, or Die, biatch!
Gangsta nigga and we gon' rock motherfucker, you dig me?
We the root of the motherfuckin streets!
Double R, you cocksuckin of bitches!
Yeah!

State yo' gangsta (Big Snoop Dogg)
you representin? (West coast)
You gon' hold it down? (Please it nigga)
Enough said nigga (hold up, biatch)

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

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

Shorty pop a lot, actin you got a lot
wit all that ice on his watch, this nigga want 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 thugged out
You better be boy, how you love that boy, act boy
I'ma break yo boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up I'm cold hearted, right, I get retarded
I'm a and down here, bitch I'm the hardest
You can hoot, hide and talk that
I'ma stay low, keep it real and sho' to up
But when I bite you feel that there, it's real down here
Watch your mouth boy, you get killed down here
I'm a Ride or Die nigga, put in your 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

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

Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, pullin the strings to your
Bringin wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm motherfuckers straight wit mine
Guerilla tactics, my enemy die
It's worldwide army 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 it, you don't disrespect me nigga
I'm the one these niggaz call on; when are halted,
and the comes for the beatin of the bosses
Make 'em an offer that can't
They don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank fools
Fool, I guess these niggaz they can't be moved
Realizie they don't scare like they thank they do
You fuck wit me, I gots to wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you

yo' name gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)
Where you (East coast dawg)
You gon' hold it down? (Why I?)
Enough said nigga (Let's go)

If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you gon' breathe
The only time I lick in the air is New Eve
Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you leave
Get kissed on yo' cheek you meant to die
Cause when the gun poppin then my temperature rise
You my style 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals
Nine ago you was hollerin shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game twistin honies out
Never the crack game still on a money route
I run the industry looking for enemies
Y'all niggaz sound and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo' eyes and
Can't see can't talk when you fuckin wit the heart of New
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 must I tell you motherfuckers
We ain't industry
We in the niggas! You motherfuckin right!
Ruff Ryders forever, 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 ride or die, you it, we end it (Dirty SOUTH!)
So or die, you talk it, we live it (Mid WEST!)
So ride or die, you it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!)
So ride or die, you it, we end it (Biatch!)

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Yeah, are motherfuckers - Ruff Ryders!