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Ruff Ryders, Ruff
Ryde or Die, 2

(Tugboats, over)

Ahh
It's the second around motherfucker!
Volume 2, or Die, biatch!
Gangsta and we gon' rock this motherfucker, you dig me?
We the square root of the streets!
R, you cocksuckin sons of bitches!
Yeah!

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

Mmm, let's make this
Shine yo' boots and load yo'
Pull out yo best cause thislll
be the for the fictitial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga 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 up and sippin on some Remi?
Believe me, it ain't easy been (nah it ain't)
wit these jealous rap niggaz and these punk ass
Man, I couldn't remember they told me
I first came in the game but thangs done changed
Call it what you want to, keep the up on it
East, Long Beach, California, 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!)
Where you (ATL shawty!)
You gon' hold it (Damn right!)
Well nuff said (Ease up, nigga)

Shorty pop a lot, actin you got a lot
wit all that fake ice on his watch, nigga 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 thugged out shit
You better be strapped boy, how you that boy, act boy
I'ma yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up I'm cold hearted, damn right, I get
I'm a young'n and down here, bitch I'm the
You can hoot, hide and talk shit
stay low, keep it real and sho' to come up
But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's down here
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down
I'm a or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye nigga
Get beside yourself it's bye bye
it come to glock cockin and drop poppin
I'm the first to hit the and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga

yo' name gangsta (Scarface)
Where you (Motherfuckin South)
You gon' hold it (You God damn right)
Enough said then

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

State yo' gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)
you representin? (East coast dawg)
You gon' hold it (Why wouldn't I?)
Enough said nigga (Let's go)

If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you gon' breathe
The only time I in the air is New Year's Eve
Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you leave
Get on yo' cheek then you meant to die
Cause when the gun start then my temperature rise
You know my 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap twistin these honies out
Never left the crack game still on a route
I run through the industry looking for
Y'all niggaz sound and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo' and mouth
see can't talk when you fuckin wit the heart of New York
And that's fouler that pork
And to fuck wit the dog
you know I push the prowler to
Toast on my lap, got the Coast on my back, UH

How many times must I tell you
We industry niggaz
We in the streets niggas! You right!
Ruff forever, yeah 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 or die, you talk it, we live it (Mid WEST!)
So or die, you want it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!)
So ride or die, you it, we end it (Biatch!)

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