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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 nigga and we gon' rock motherfucker, you dig me?
We the square root of the streets!
Double R, you cocksuckin of bitches!
Yeah!

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

Mmm, let's make official
Shine yo' boots and yo' pistols
Pull out yo credentials cause thislll
be the for the fictitial
Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga blow the whistle
Smokin on some bomb-beeda smoke
will getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the
Dig this, when was the time you seen me
up West coasted up and sippin on some Remi?
Believe me, it easy been Deezy (nah it ain't)
wit these jealous rap niggaz and these punk ass
Man, I couldn't what they told me
when I first came in the game but thangs changed
Call it what you to, keep the heat up on it
East, Long Beach, California, spinnin a 'Tona
on the corner, hot like a sauna
so you best to back up off me or I kick ? on ya

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

Shorty pop a lot, like you got a lot
wit all that fake ice on his watch, nigga want to get got
Coming to my city wit all that hot and his fake ass click
I'ma put in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit
You better be strapped boy, how you love 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 and down here, bitch I'm the hardest
You can hoot, hide and that shit
I'ma stay low, keep it real and to come up
But when I bite you gone feel that there, 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 yourself it's bye bye
When it to glock cockin and drop poppin
I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the fuck nigga

State yo' gangsta (Scarface)
you representin? (Motherfuckin South)
You gon' hold it (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 motherfuckers straight wit mine
Guerilla tactics, my enemy die
worldwide army alert for all soldiers
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or over
It's a stick up, so on yo knees, cause I'm sicker
disrepect it, you don't disrespect me nigga
I'm the one these niggaz call on; when are halted,
and the time for the beatin of the bosses
Make 'em an offer that refuse
They don't comply, well now I'm to stank these fools
Fool, I guess these niggaz think they can't be
Realizie they don't scare niggaz they thank they do
You wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you

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

If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you 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
when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise
You know my style 20 wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game these honies out
Never left the crack game on a money route
I run through the looking for enemies
Y'all niggaz sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo' eyes and
Can't see can't when you fuckin wit the heart of New York
And that's that swallowin pork
And to fuck wit the 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 industry
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 ride or die, you it, we end it (Dirty SOUTH!)
So or die, you talk it, we live it (Mid WEST!)
So ride or die, you it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!)
So ride or die, you it, we end it (Biatch!)

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[Swizz
Yeah, Double are - Ruff Ryders!