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Ruff Ryders, Ruff
or Die, Volume 2

(Tugboats, over)

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

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

Mmm, let's make official
Shine yo' and load yo' pistols
Pull out yo best credentials thislll
be the official for the
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, blow the whistle
Smokin on some secondhand smoke
getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the picture
Dig this, when was the time you seen me
posted up West up and sippin on some Remi?
Believe me, it easy been Deezy (nah it ain't)
wit these jealous rap and these punk ass breezies
Man, I couldn't remember they told me
when I first came in the but thangs done changed
Call it what you to, keep the heat up on it
East, Long Beach, California, spinnin like a
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 hold it down? (Damn right!)
nuff said then (Ease up, nigga)

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

State yo' name (Scarface)
Where you (Motherfuckin South)
You gon' hold it (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 straight wit mine
tactics, guranteein my enemy die
It's worldwide army for all soldiers
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or 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 these call on; when negotiations are halted,
and the time for the beatin of the bosses
Make 'em an that can't refuse
They don't comply, well now I'm bout to these fools
Fool, I guess niggaz think they can't be moved
Realizie they don't niggaz like they thank they do
You fuck wit me, I to fuck wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I you knew

State yo' name (Jadakiss nigga)
Where you representin? (East dawg)
You gon' hold it down? (Why I?)
Enough then nigga (Let's go)

If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon'
The only time I lick in the air is New Eve
Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you can't
Get kissed on yo' cheek you meant to die
Cause 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 on a money route
I run through the looking for enemies
Y'all niggaz sound and Jada the remedy
Get in yo' eyes and mouth
Can't see can't when you fuckin wit the heart of New York
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 many must I tell you motherfuckers
We ain't niggaz
We in the niggas! You motherfuckin right!
Ruff Ryders forever, bitch, now what?

or die, you talk 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 ride or die, you it, we end it (Biatch!)

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Yeah, Double are motherfuckers - Ryders!