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Ruff Ryders, Ruff
Ryde or Die, 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 square of the motherfuckin streets!
Double R, you sons of bitches!
Yeah!

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

Mmm, let's make official
Shine yo' boots and load yo'
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 secondhand
will getcha, hitcha, and you all get the picture
Dig this, was the last time you seen me
posted up West coasted up and on some Remi?
Believe me, it ain't easy Deezy (nah it ain't)
wit jealous rap niggaz and these punk ass breezies
Man, I couldn't what they told me
when I first came in the but thangs done changed
it what you want 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

yo' name yungsta (Yung Wun!)
Where you (ATL shawty!)
You gon' it down? (Damn right!)
Well said then (Ease up, nigga)

pop a lot, actin like 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 ass click
I'ma put somethin in him and bust his wig, I'm on thugged out shit
You better be boy, how you love that boy, act boy
break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up I'm cold hearted, right, I get retarded
I'm a young'n and down here, bitch I'm the
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
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down
I'm a Ride or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye
Get beside yourself it's bye bye
When it come to glock cockin and drop
I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck

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

Heidi-hoe! and Don, pullin the strings to your alarm
terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm scarin motherfuckers wit mine
Guerilla tactics, guranteein my die
It's army alert for all soldiers
you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll 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 call on; negotiations are halted,
and the time comes for the of the bosses
'em an offer that can't refuse
They don't comply, well now I'm bout to 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

State yo' gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)
Where you (East coast dawg)
You gon' hold it (Why wouldn't I?)
Enough said 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 then my temperature rise
You my style 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap twistin these honies out
Never left the game still on a money route
I run through the looking for enemies
niggaz sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo' eyes and
Can't see talk when you fuckin wit the heart of New York
And that's fouler swallowin pork
And to wit the feds dog
you know I push the prowler to
on my lap, got the East Coast on my back, UH

How many times must I you motherfuckers
We ain't niggaz
We in the niggas! You motherfuckin right!
Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch, now

or die, you talk 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 ride or die, you 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!