Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryde or Die, 2
(Tugboats, over)
Ahh the second 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! R, you cocksuckin sons of bitches! Yeah!
State yo' name gangsta (Big Dogg) you representin? (West coast) You hold it down? (Please believe it nigga) Enough then nigga (hold up, biatch)
Mmm, let's make this yo' boots and load yo' pistols Pull out yo best credentials thislll be the official for the Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, blow the whistle Smokin on some bomb-beeda smoke will getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the Dig this, when was the last you seen me posted up West up and sippin on some Remi? Believe me, it ain't easy been (nah it ain't) wit these jealous rap and these punk ass breezies Man, I couldn't what they told me when I first came in the but thangs done changed it what you want to, keep the heat up on it East, Beach, California, spinnin like a 'Tona Bangin on the corner, hot like a so you best to up off me or I kick this ? on ya
State yo' yungsta (Yung Wun!) Where you (ATL shawty!) You gon' it down? (Damn right!) Well said then (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 and his fake ass click I'ma put somethin in him and bust his wig, I'm on thugged out shit You better be strapped boy, how you that boy, act boy I'ma break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, you at boy up I'm cold hearted, damn right, I get retarded I'm a and down here, bitch I'm the hardest You can hoot, hide and talk that I'ma stay low, keep it real and sho' to up But when I bite you gone feel there, it's real down here Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed here I'm a Ride or Die nigga, put somethin in eye nigga Get beside yourself bye bye nigga When it come to glock cockin and drop I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the fuck nigga
State yo' name (Scarface) you representin? (Motherfuckin South) You gon' hold it down? (You God right) Enough then nigga
Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, pullin the to your alarm Bringin terror wit beretta, I clutch in my palm I'm scarin motherfuckers straight wit Guerilla tactics, guranteein my die worldwide army alert for all soldiers Either you Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, I'm sicker Don't disrepect it, you disrespect me nigga I'm the one these niggaz call on; negotiations are halted, and the comes for the beatin of the bosses Make 'em an offer that refuse They comply, well now I'm bout to stank these fools Fool, I guess these niggaz they can't be moved Realizie they don't scare niggaz they thank they do You fuck wit me, I gots to wit you War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew
State yo' name (Jadakiss nigga) Where you (East coast dawg) You hold it down? (Why wouldn't I?) Enough then nigga (Let's go)
If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' The only time I lick in the air is New Eve from "Bronx Tale," you can't leave Get kissed on yo' cheek you meant to die Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature You know my 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals Nine ago you was hollerin shorty wild Now I'm in the rap game twistin these out Never left the crack game still on a money I run through the industry looking for Y'all niggaz sound sick and Jada the Get shot in yo' eyes and Can't see can't talk you fuckin wit the heart of New York And fouler that swallowin pork And to fuck wit the dog you know I the prowler to court 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 niggas! You motherfuckin right! Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch, now
Ride or die, you it, we live 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 ride or die, you talk it, we it (Mid WEST!) So ride or die, you it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!) So ride or die, you it, we end it (Biatch!)
[ad libs for 8 Beatz] Yeah, are motherfuckers - Ruff Ryders!