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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 square root of the streets!
Double R, you cocksuckin of bitches!
Yeah!

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

Mmm, make this official
Shine yo' boots and load yo'
Pull out yo credentials cause thislll
be the for the fictitial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga blow the
Smokin on bomb-beeda secondhand smoke
getcha, hitcha, and make 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 Deezy (nah it ain't)
wit these jealous rap niggaz and these ass breezies
Man, I couldn't remember what they me
when I first came in the but thangs done changed
Call it what you to, keep the heat up on it
East, Long Beach, California, spinnin like a
on the corner, hot like a sauna
so you best to up off me or I kick this ? on ya

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

pop a lot, actin like you got a lot
wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga to get got
Coming to my city wit all that hot and his fake 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 love 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 that shit
I'ma stay low, it real and sho' to come up
But I bite you gone feel that 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 it's bye bye
When it to glock cockin and drop poppin
I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the fuck nigga

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

Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, the strings to your alarm
Bringin terror wit this beretta, I in my palm
I'm scarin straight wit mine
Guerilla tactics, my enemy die
worldwide army alert for all soldiers
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or over
It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm
Don't disrepect it, you 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 comply, well now I'm bout to stank these fools
Fool, I guess these think they can't be moved
Realizie they don't scare niggaz like they they do
You fuck wit me, I gots to wit you
War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew

State yo' gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)
Where you representin? (East dawg)
You gon' hold it down? (Why I?)
said then 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
from "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
Nine years ago you was hollerin wild
Now I'm in the rap game these honies out
left the crack game still on a money route
I run through the industry for enemies
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 heart of New
And that's fouler that pork
And to fuck wit the dog
you I push the prowler to court
on my lap, got the East Coast on my back, UH

How many must I tell you motherfuckers
We industry niggaz
We in the streets niggas! You right!
Ryders forever, yeah bitch, now what?

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 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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[Swizz
Yeah, Double are - Ruff Ryders!