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Ruff Ryders, Ryders
Ryde or Die, 2

(Tugboats, over)

Ahh
the second time around motherfucker!
Volume 2, 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' name gangsta (Big Dogg)
Where you (West coast)
You gon' it down? (Please believe it nigga)
Enough said then (hold up, biatch)

Mmm, make this official
yo' boots and load yo' pistols
Pull out yo credentials cause thislll
be the official for the
Doggy and Big Swizz'll, nigga blow the whistle
Smokin on some bomb-beeda smoke
will getcha, hitcha, and you all get the picture
Dig this, when was the time you seen me
posted up West coasted up and sippin on Remi?
Believe me, it easy been Deezy (nah it ain't)
wit these jealous rap niggaz and these punk ass
Man, I couldn't remember 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 a sauna
so you best to back up off me or I this ? on ya

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

pop a lot, actin 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 shit and his fake ass
I'ma put in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit
You better be strapped boy, how you that boy, act boy
I'ma break yo 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 here, bitch I'm the hardest
You can hoot, hide and talk shit
I'ma stay low, keep it and sho' to come up
But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's 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
When it come to cockin and drop poppin
I'm the to hit the block 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)
said then nigga

Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, the strings to your alarm
Bringin terror wit this beretta, I in my palm
I'm scarin motherfuckers straight wit
tactics, guranteein my enemy die
It's army alert for all soldiers
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll
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 niggaz call on; negotiations are halted,
and the time for the beatin of the bosses
Make 'em an offer that refuse
don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank these fools
Fool, I guess these niggaz think they be moved
Realizie they scare 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)
you representin? (East coast dawg)
You gon' it down? (Why wouldn't I?)
said then nigga (Let's go)

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

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

or die, you talk 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 it, we live it (Mid WEST!)
So or die, you want it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!)
So or die, you start it, we end it (Biatch!)

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Yeah, are motherfuckers - Ruff Ryders!