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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 and we gon' rock 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 hold it down? (Please believe it nigga)
Enough said nigga (hold up, biatch)

Mmm, let's this official
Shine yo' and load yo' pistols
Pull out yo best credentials thislll
be the official for the
Doggy and Big Swizz'll, nigga blow the whistle
Smokin on some secondhand smoke
getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the picture
Dig this, when was the last time you me
posted up West up and sippin on some Remi?
Believe me, it ain't easy Deezy (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 game but thangs done
Call it what you want to, the heat up on it
East, Long Beach, California, like a 'Tona
Bangin on the corner, hot like a
so you to back up off me or I kick this ? on ya

State yo' yungsta (Yung Wun!)
Where you (ATL shawty!)
You hold it down? (Damn right!)
Well said then (Ease up, nigga)

pop a lot, actin like you got a lot
wit all that ice on his watch, this nigga want to get got
Coming to my wit all that hot shit and his fake ass click
I'ma put somethin in him and his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit
You better be strapped boy, how you love boy, act boy
I'ma yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up I'm hearted, damn right, I get retarded
I'm a and down here, bitch 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
your mouth boy, you might get killed down here
I'm a Ride or Die nigga, put in your eye nigga
Get beside it's 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 cops nigga

State yo' gangsta (Scarface)
Where you (Motherfuckin South)
You gon' hold it (You God damn right)
said then nigga

Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, pullin the strings to your
terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm motherfuckers straight wit mine
tactics, guranteein my enemy die
It's worldwide army for all soldiers
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll
It's a up, so down on yo knees, cause 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 for the beatin of the bosses
Make 'em an offer that can't
They don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank these
Fool, I guess these niggaz think they can't be
Realizie don't scare niggaz like they thank they do
You wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you

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

If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you gon' breathe
The only I lick in the air is New Year's Eve
Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you leave
Get kissed on yo' cheek you meant to die
Cause when the gun start poppin then my rise
You know my style 20 wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was hollerin shorty
Now I'm in the rap twistin these honies out
Never the crack game still on a money route
I run through the industry looking for
Y'all niggaz sound and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo' and mouth
see can't talk when you fuckin wit the heart of New York
And fouler that swallowin pork
And to wit the feds dog
you know I push the to court
Toast on my lap, got the East on my back, UH

How many times must I tell you
We industry niggaz
We in the streets niggas! You right!
Ryders forever, yeah bitch, now what?

Ride or die, you it, we live it (East COAST!)
So or die, you want 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, are motherfuckers - Ruff Ryders!