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Ruff Ryders, Ruff
or Die, Volume 2

(Tugboats, over)

Ahh
It's the second time motherfucker!
Volume 2, or Die, biatch!
Gangsta nigga and we gon' this motherfucker, you dig me?
We the square root of the streets!
R, you cocksuckin sons of bitches!
Yeah!

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

Mmm, make this official
Shine yo' and load yo' pistols
Pull out yo best credentials thislll
be the official for the
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga the whistle
Smokin on some secondhand smoke
getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the picture
Dig this, when was the last you seen me
posted up West coasted up and sippin on 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 remember what told me
when I first came in the game but thangs done
Call it what you 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 up off me or I kick this ? on ya

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

Shorty pop a lot, actin you got a lot
wit all that fake ice on his watch, nigga want to get got
to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass click
I'ma put somethin in him and bust his wig, I'm on thugged out shit
You better be boy, how you love that boy, act boy
I'ma break yo boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up I'm hearted, damn right, I get retarded
I'm a young'n and here, bitch I'm the hardest
You can hoot, and talk that shit
I'ma stay low, keep it real and to come up
But when I bite you feel that there, it's real down here
Watch your 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 glock and drop poppin
I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the fuck nigga

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

Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, pullin the strings to your
Bringin wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm scarin motherfuckers wit mine
Guerilla tactics, my enemy die
It's worldwide army alert for all
you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm
disrepect it, you don't disrespect me nigga
I'm the one niggaz call on; when negotiations are halted,
and the comes for the beatin of the bosses
'em an offer that can't refuse
They don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank fools
Fool, I guess these niggaz think can't be moved
Realizie don't scare niggaz like they thank they do
You wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I you knew

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

If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't breathe
The time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve
Sonny "Bronx Tale," you can't leave
Get on yo' cheek then you meant 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 twistin honies out
Never left the crack game still on a route
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 when you fuckin wit the of New York
And that's fouler that pork
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 times must I you motherfuckers
We ain't niggaz
We in the niggas! You motherfuckin right!
Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch, now

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

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[Swizz
Yeah, Double are motherfuckers - Ryders!