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Ruff Ryders, Ruff
Ryde or Die, 2

(Tugboats, over)

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

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

Mmm, let's this official
Shine yo' and load yo' pistols
Pull out yo best cause thislll
be the for the fictitial
Doggy 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 up and sippin on some Remi?
Believe me, it ain't been Deezy (nah it ain't)
wit these jealous rap niggaz and punk ass breezies
Man, I couldn't remember what told me
when I came in the game but thangs done changed
Call it what you want to, keep the up on it
East, Beach, California, spinnin like a 'Tona
on the corner, hot like a sauna
so you to back up off me or I kick this ? on ya

yo' name yungsta (Yung Wun!)
Where you (ATL shawty!)
You gon' it down? (Damn right!)
Well nuff said (Ease up, nigga)

Shorty pop a lot, like you got a lot
wit all fake ice on his watch, this nigga want to get got
Coming to my city wit all that hot and his fake ass click
I'ma put somethin in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out
You better be strapped boy, how you love boy, act boy
break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up I'm hearted, damn right, I get retarded
I'm a and down here, bitch I'm the hardest
You can hoot, hide and that shit
I'ma stay low, keep it real and to come up
But when I bite you gone feel there, it's real down here
Watch your boy, you might get killed down here
I'm a or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye nigga
Get beside yourself bye bye nigga
When it come to cockin and drop poppin
I'm the to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga

State yo' gangsta (Scarface)
you representin? (Motherfuckin South)
You hold it down? (You God damn 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 straight wit mine
tactics, guranteein my enemy die
It's worldwide army alert for all
Either you Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
It's a up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm sicker
Don't disrepect it, you 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 refuse
They don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank fools
Fool, I guess niggaz think they can't be moved
Realizie they don't scare niggaz like thank they 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' it down? (Why wouldn't I?)
Enough said then (Let's go)

If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't 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 poppin then my rise
You know my 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals
years ago you was hollerin shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game twistin honies out
left the crack game still on a money route
I run the industry looking for enemies
Y'all sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get in yo' eyes and mouth
Can't see can't when you fuckin wit the heart of New York
And that's that swallowin pork
And to fuck wit the dog
you I push the prowler to court
Toast on my lap, got the Coast 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, yeah bitch, now

Ride or die, you 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 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!