Ruff Ryders, Ryders Ryde or Die, 2
(Tugboats, over)
Ahh It's the time around motherfucker! 2, Ryde or Die, biatch! Gangsta and we gon' rock this motherfucker, you dig me? We the root of the motherfuckin streets! Double R, you cocksuckin of bitches! Yeah!
State yo' name (Big Snoop Dogg) you representin? (West coast) You gon' hold it (Please believe it nigga) said then nigga (hold up, biatch)
Mmm, let's 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 time you me posted up West coasted up and sippin on some Believe me, it easy been Deezy (nah it ain't) wit these jealous rap niggaz and these ass breezies Man, I couldn't what they told me when I first in the game but thangs done changed it what you want to, keep the heat up on it East, Long Beach, California, spinnin a 'Tona Bangin on the corner, hot like a so you best to back up off me or I this ? on ya
State yo' yungsta (Yung Wun!) Where you (ATL shawty!) You hold it down? (Damn right!) Well nuff said (Ease up, nigga)
Shorty pop a lot, like 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 ass click I'ma put in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit You better be boy, how you love that boy, act boy I'ma break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, you at boy Hold up I'm hearted, damn right, I get retarded I'm a young'n and here, bitch I'm the hardest You can hoot, hide and that shit I'ma stay low, it real and sho' to come up But when I bite you gone that there, it's real down here Watch your mouth boy, you get killed down here I'm a Ride or Die nigga, put somethin in eye nigga Get yourself it's bye bye nigga When it come to glock and drop poppin I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the fuck nigga
State yo' gangsta (Scarface) Where you (Motherfuckin South) You hold it down? (You God damn right) Enough said nigga
Heidi-hoe! and Don, pullin the strings to your alarm Bringin terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my I'm motherfuckers straight wit mine Guerilla tactics, guranteein my die It's worldwide army alert for all Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, I'm sicker disrepect it, you don't disrespect me nigga I'm the one these niggaz on; when negotiations are halted, and the time comes for the beatin of the Make 'em an that can't refuse They don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank these Fool, I guess these niggaz think they be moved Realizie they don't scare niggaz they thank they do You fuck wit me, I to fuck wit you War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew
State yo' gangsta (Jadakiss nigga) Where you representin? (East dawg) You hold it down? (Why wouldn't I?) Enough said then (Let's go)
If you wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' breathe The only time I lick in the air is New Eve Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you leave Get kissed on yo' then you meant to die Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature You my style 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals Nine years ago you was hollerin shorty Now I'm in the rap game twistin honies out Never left the crack still on a money route I run through the looking for enemies Y'all sound sick and Jada the remedy Get shot in yo' and mouth Can't see can't talk when you fuckin wit the of New York And that's fouler that swallowin And to wit the feds dog you I push the prowler to court Toast on my lap, got the Coast on my back, UH
How many times must I you motherfuckers We industry niggaz We in the streets niggas! You right! Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch, now
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 or die, you talk it, we live it (Mid WEST!) So ride or die, you want it, we it (Ruff RYDERS!) So or die, you start it, we end it (Biatch!)
[ad libs for 8 Beatz] Yeah, Double are - Ruff Ryders!