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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 rock this motherfucker, you dig me?
We the root of the motherfuckin streets!
R, you cocksuckin sons of bitches!
Yeah!

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

Mmm, let's this official
Shine yo' boots and yo' pistols
Pull out yo best credentials cause
be the for the fictitial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga the whistle
Smokin on some bomb-beeda smoke
will getcha, hitcha, and you all get the picture
Dig this, when was the last you seen me
posted up coasted up and sippin on some Remi?
me, it ain't 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 came in the game 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!)
you representin? (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 hot shit and his fake ass click
I'ma put somethin in him and bust his wig, I'm on some 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 and down 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 you gone feel that there, it's real down here
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down
I'm a Ride or Die nigga, put somethin in eye nigga
Get beside yourself it's bye bye
When it come to glock and drop poppin
I'm the to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga

State yo' name (Scarface)
you representin? (Motherfuckin South)
You gon' hold it (You God damn right)
Enough said nigga

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

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

If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you gon' breathe
The only time I in the air is New Year's Eve
Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you can't
Get kissed on yo' then you meant to die
Cause the gun start poppin then my temperature rise
You know my style 20 wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was hollerin shorty
Now I'm in the rap game these honies out
Never left the game still on a money route
I run through the looking for enemies
Y'all niggaz sick and Jada the remedy
Get in yo' eyes and mouth
Can't see can't talk when you 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 times must I tell you motherfuckers
We ain't industry
We in the streets niggas! You right!
Ryders forever, yeah bitch, now what?

Ride or die, you it, we live 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 ride or die, you want it, we it (Ruff RYDERS!)
So ride or die, you it, we end it (Biatch!)

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[Swizz
Yeah, Double are - Ruff Ryders!