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Ruff Ryders, Ruff
Ryde or Die, 2

(Tugboats, over)

Ahh
It's the second around motherfucker!
2, Ryde or Die, biatch!
Gangsta nigga and we 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' hold it (Please believe it nigga)
Enough then nigga (hold up, biatch)

Mmm, let's make official
Shine yo' and load yo' pistols
out yo best credentials cause thislll
be the official for the
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, blow the whistle
Smokin on some bomb-beeda secondhand
will getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the
Dig this, was the last time you seen me
posted up West coasted up and sippin on some
Believe me, it ain't been Deezy (nah it ain't)
wit these jealous rap niggaz and punk ass breezies
Man, I couldn't remember they told me
when I first came in the game but 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 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' it down? (Damn right!)
Well said then (Ease up, nigga)

Shorty pop a lot, actin you got a lot
wit all that fake ice on his watch, this want to get got
Coming to my wit all that hot shit and his fake ass click
I'ma put somethin in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out
You be strapped 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 cold hearted, damn right, I get
I'm a young'n and down here, bitch I'm the
You can hoot, hide and talk shit
I'ma stay low, keep it and sho' to come up
But when I you gone feel that there, it's real down here
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down
I'm a Ride or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye
Get beside yourself it's bye bye
it come to glock cockin and drop poppin
I'm the first to hit the and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga

yo' name gangsta (Scarface)
Where you (Motherfuckin South)
You hold it down? (You God damn right)
Enough said nigga

Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, the strings to your alarm
terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm motherfuckers straight wit mine
Guerilla tactics, my enemy die
It's army alert for all soldiers
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or over
It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, I'm sicker
Don't disrepect it, you don't 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 can't
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 niggaz like they thank they do
You wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew

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

If you wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' breathe
The time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve
Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you leave
Get kissed on yo' then you meant to die
Cause when the gun poppin then my temperature rise
You know my style 20 niggaz wit 40
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 the industry looking for enemies
Y'all niggaz sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo' eyes and
Can't see can't talk when you fuckin wit the of New York
And that's fouler that swallowin
And to fuck wit the dog
you know I push the to court
Toast on my lap, got the East on my back, UH

How many times must I you motherfuckers
We ain't industry
We in the streets niggas! You right!
Ryders forever, yeah bitch, now what?

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

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[Swizz
Yeah, Double are - Ruff Ryders!