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Ruff Ryders, Ruff
or Die, Volume 2

(Tugboats, over)

Ahh
It's the second time motherfucker!
2, Ryde 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)
Where you (West coast)
You gon' hold it (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 cause thislll
be the for the fictitial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga the whistle
Smokin on bomb-beeda secondhand smoke
getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the picture
Dig this, when was the last time you me
posted up West up and sippin on some Remi?
Believe me, it ain't been Deezy (nah it ain't)
wit these jealous rap niggaz and these ass breezies
Man, I remember 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 like a
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!)
Where you (ATL shawty!)
You gon' hold it (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 nigga 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 young'n and 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 there, it's real down here
Watch your mouth boy, you might get down here
I'm a or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye nigga
Get beside yourself bye bye nigga
When it come to cockin and drop poppin
I'm the to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga

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

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

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

If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't breathe
The only time I in the air is New Year's Eve
Sonny "Bronx Tale," you can't leave
Get kissed on yo' cheek you meant to die
Cause when the gun start poppin my temperature rise
You my style 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals
years ago you was hollerin 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 industry looking for
niggaz sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo' and mouth
Can't see can't talk when you fuckin wit the of New York
And that's fouler that pork
And to fuck wit the dog
you know I push the prowler to
on my lap, got the East Coast on my back, UH

How many must I tell you motherfuckers
We industry niggaz
We in the niggas! You motherfuckin right!
Ryders forever, yeah bitch, now what?

Ride or die, you talk it, we it (East COAST!)
So ride or die, you it, we give it (West COAST!)
so ride or die, you it, we end it (Dirty SOUTH!)
So ride or die, you it, we live it (Mid WEST!)
So or die, you want it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!)
So or die, you start it, we end it (Biatch!)

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Beatz]
Yeah, Double are - Ruff Ryders!