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Ruff Ryders, Ruff
Ryde or Die, 2

(Tugboats, over)

Ahh
It's the second around motherfucker!
Volume 2, 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!

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

Mmm, let's this official
Shine yo' and load yo' pistols
Pull out yo best cause thislll
be the for the fictitial
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 you seen me
posted up coasted up and sippin on some Remi?
Believe me, it ain't easy been (nah it ain't)
wit these jealous rap niggaz and these punk ass
Man, I remember what they told me
I first came in the game but thangs done changed
Call it what you want to, keep the up on it
East, Beach, California, spinnin like a 'Tona
Bangin on the corner, hot a sauna
so you to back 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 nuff said (Ease up, nigga)

Shorty pop a lot, like you got a lot
wit all that fake ice on his watch, this 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 some thugged out
You better be strapped boy, how you love boy, act boy
break yo back 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 down here, I'm the hardest
You can hoot, hide and that shit
I'ma stay low, it real and sho' to come up
But I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down here
your mouth boy, you might get killed down here
I'm a or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye nigga
Get beside it's bye bye nigga
When it come to glock cockin and poppin
I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the fuck nigga

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

Heidi-hoe! and Don, pullin the strings to your alarm
Bringin terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my
I'm scarin motherfuckers straight wit
Guerilla tactics, my enemy die
worldwide army alert for all soldiers
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ruff, or roll over
a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm sicker
Don't disrepect it, you don't disrespect me
I'm the one niggaz call on; when negotiations are halted,
and the time comes for the 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
they don't scare niggaz like they thank they do
You fuck wit me, I gots to wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I you knew

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

If you wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' breathe
The only time I in the air is New Year's Eve
from "Bronx Tale," you can't leave
Get on yo' cheek then you meant to die
Cause when the gun start then my temperature rise
You know my style 20 niggaz wit 40
Nine years ago you was 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 sound sick and Jada the
Get in yo' eyes and mouth
Can't see can't talk when you fuckin wit the heart of New
And that's that swallowin pork
And to wit the feds dog
you know I push the prowler to
Toast on my lap, got the East on my back, UH

How times must I tell you motherfuckers
We ain't 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 or die, you start 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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Yeah, are motherfuckers - Ruff Ryders!