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Ruff Ryders, Ryders
Ryde or Die, 2

(Tugboats, over)

Ahh
It's the second time motherfucker!
2, Ryde or Die, biatch!
Gangsta and we gon' rock this motherfucker, you dig me?
We the square of the motherfuckin streets!
R, you cocksuckin 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' and load yo' pistols
Pull out yo best credentials cause
be the for the fictitial
Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga blow the whistle
Smokin on some secondhand smoke
will getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the
Dig this, was the last time you seen me
posted up West coasted up and sippin on some
Believe me, it easy been Deezy (nah it ain't)
wit these jealous rap niggaz and these ass breezies
Man, I couldn't remember what they me
when I first came in the game but thangs done
Call it what you want to, the heat up on it
East, Long Beach, California, spinnin a 'Tona
on the corner, hot like a sauna
so you to back up off me or I kick this ? on ya

State yo' yungsta (Yung Wun!)
Where you (ATL shawty!)
You hold it down? (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, this want to get got
Coming to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass
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
break yo back 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 talk that
I'ma stay low, keep it real and to come up
But when I bite you gone that there, it's real down here
Watch your boy, you might get killed down here
I'm a Ride or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye
Get yourself it's bye bye nigga
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
terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm scarin motherfuckers straight wit
Guerilla tactics, guranteein my die
It's army alert for all soldiers
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or over
It's a up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm sicker
Don't disrepect it, you don't me nigga
I'm the one these niggaz on; when negotiations are halted,
and the comes for the beatin of the bosses
Make 'em an that can't refuse
don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank these fools
Fool, I guess these niggaz think can't be moved
Realizie they don't scare niggaz they thank they do
You fuck wit me, I to fuck wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you

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

If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't breathe
The only I lick in the air is New Year's Eve
Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you leave
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 shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game these honies out
left the crack game still on a money route
I run the industry looking for enemies
niggaz sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get in yo' eyes 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 the prowler to court
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 niggas! You motherfuckin right!
Ruff forever, yeah bitch, now what?

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

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Yeah, are motherfuckers - Ruff Ryders!