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Ruff Ryders, Ruff
or Die, Volume 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 sons of bitches!
Yeah!

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

Mmm, let's make this
yo' boots and load yo' pistols
Pull out yo best credentials cause
be the for the fictitial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga blow the
Smokin on some bomb-beeda secondhand
will getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the
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 and these punk ass breezies
Man, I couldn't remember they told me
when I came 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 a sauna
so you best to up off me or I kick this ? on ya

State yo' name (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 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 bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out
You better be strapped boy, how you that boy, act boy
I'ma 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 that shit
I'ma stay low, keep it real and sho' to up
But when I you gone feel that there, it's real down here
Watch mouth boy, you might get killed down here
I'm a Ride or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye
Get beside it's bye bye nigga
When it come to glock cockin and poppin
I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops nigga

State yo' name (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
terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm scarin motherfuckers 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 me nigga
I'm the one these 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, now I'm bout to stank these fools
Fool, I guess these think they can't be moved
Realizie they don't scare like they thank they do
You wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I you knew

State yo' name (Jadakiss nigga)
Where you representin? (East dawg)
You hold it down? (Why wouldn't I?)
Enough said then (Let's go)

If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon'
The time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve
Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you can't
Get kissed on yo' cheek then you to die
when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise
You know my 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was hollerin wild
Now I'm in the rap game these honies out
Never left the game still on a money route
I run through the industry for enemies
Y'all niggaz sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo' eyes and
Can't see can't talk you fuckin wit the heart of New York
And that's that swallowin pork
And to fuck wit the dog
you know I push the prowler to
Toast on my lap, got the Coast on my back, UH

How times must I tell you motherfuckers
We ain't industry
We in the streets niggas! You 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 ride or die, you 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 - Ruff Ryders!