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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 root of the motherfuckin 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 this official
yo' boots and load yo' pistols
Pull out yo best credentials cause
be the official for the
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga the whistle
Smokin on some 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 ain't been Deezy (nah it ain't)
wit these rap niggaz and these punk ass breezies
Man, I couldn't remember what they me
when I came in the game but thangs done changed
Call it what you to, keep the heat up on it
East, Long Beach, California, like a 'Tona
Bangin on the corner, hot like a
so you best to back up off me or I kick ? on ya

State yo' yungsta (Yung Wun!)
Where you (ATL shawty!)
You gon' it down? (Damn right!)
Well nuff then (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 shit and his fake ass
I'ma put somethin in him and bust his wig, I'm on some out shit
You better be boy, how you love that boy, act boy
I'ma break yo boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up I'm cold hearted, right, I get retarded
I'm a young'n and here, bitch I'm the hardest
You can hoot, hide and talk shit
I'ma stay low, keep it real and to come up
But when I bite you gone feel that there, real down here
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed here
I'm a Ride or Die nigga, put in your eye nigga
Get beside yourself bye bye nigga
it come 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 hold it down? (You God damn right)
said then nigga

Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, pullin the strings to your
Bringin wit this 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 Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or over
It's a stick up, so on yo knees, cause I'm sicker
Don't disrepect it, you don't disrespect me
I'm the one these call on; when 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 niggaz think they can't be moved
Realizie they don't scare niggaz like thank they do
You fuck wit me, I gots to wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you

yo' name gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)
Where you representin? (East dawg)
You gon' hold it (Why wouldn't I?)
Enough said then (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' then you meant to die
Cause when the gun start poppin my temperature rise
You know my 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals
Nine ago you was hollerin shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game these honies out
Never left the crack game still on a money
I run through the industry for enemies
Y'all niggaz sound sick and Jada the
Get shot in yo' and mouth
Can't see can't talk when you wit the heart of New York
And fouler that swallowin pork
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 tell you
We ain't industry
We in the niggas! You motherfuckin right!
Ruff forever, yeah bitch, now what?

Ride or die, you it, we live it (East COAST!)
So ride or die, you 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 want it, we it (Ruff RYDERS!)
So or die, you start it, we end it (Biatch!)

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Yeah, Double are motherfuckers - Ryders!