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Ruff Ryders, Ryders
Ryde or Die, 2

(Tugboats, over)

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 hold it down? (Please believe it nigga)
said then nigga (hold up, biatch)

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

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

Shorty pop a lot, like you got a lot
wit all that fake ice on his watch, nigga want to get got
Coming to my city wit all that hot shit and his ass click
I'ma put somethin in him and his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit
You better be strapped boy, how you that boy, act boy
break 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, 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
your mouth boy, you might 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 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 then nigga

Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, pullin the strings to alarm
terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm scarin motherfuckers straight wit
Guerilla tactics, my enemy die
It's worldwide army for all soldiers
Either you Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm sicker
Don't it, you don't disrespect me nigga
I'm the one niggaz call on; when negotiations are halted,
and the time comes for the beatin of the
Make 'em an offer that refuse
They don't comply, well now I'm bout to these fools
Fool, I guess these niggaz think they be moved
Realizie they don't scare niggaz like they thank do
You fuck wit me, I to fuck 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 I lick in the air is New Year's Eve
Sonny "Bronx Tale," you can't leave
Get kissed on yo' then you meant to die
Cause when the gun start poppin then my rise
You know my style 20 wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap twistin these honies out
Never left the game still on a money route
I run through the industry looking for
niggaz sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo' eyes and
Can't see can't when you fuckin wit the heart 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 it, we give it (West COAST!)
so ride or die, you it, we end it (Dirty SOUTH!)
So ride or die, you talk it, we it (Mid WEST!)
So ride or die, you want it, we it (Ruff RYDERS!)
So ride or die, you it, we end it (Biatch!)

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Yeah, Double are motherfuckers - Ryders!