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Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
Ryde or Die – Volume 2
Tugboats.. ehh, its over..
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Ahhh-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Its the second time around motherfcker! YESS!
Volume 2 – Ryde or Die, BIATCH!
Gangsta nigga and we gon rock this motherfcker, you dig me?
Fo sho baby! We the square root of the motherfckin streets!
Fo sho baby! Double R, you cocksuckin sons of bitches!!
YEAH!!
Swizz Beatz Snoop Dogg
State yo name gangsta Big Snoop Dogg.. bow wow!
Where you representin? West coast
You gon hold it down? Please believe it nigga
Enough said then nigga hold up.. BIATCH
Snoop Dogg
Mmm, lets make this official
Shine yo boots and load yo pistols
Pull out yo best credentials cause thislll
be the official for the fictitial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizzll, nigga blow the whistle
Smokin on some bomb-beeda secondhand smoke
will getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the picture
Dig this – when was the last time you seen me
posted up West coasted up and sippin on some Remi?
Believe me – it aint easy been Deezy nah it aint
wit these jealous rap niggaz and these punk ass breezies
Man – I couldnt remember what they told me
when I first came in the game but thangs done changed
Call it what you wanna, keep the heat up on it
East, Long Beach, California – spinnin like a Tona
Bangin on the corner, hot like a sauna
so you best to back up off me or I kick this ? on ya
Swizz Beatz Yung Wun
State yo name yungsta YUNG WUN!
Where you representin? ATL SHAWTY!!
You gon hold it down? DAMN RIGHT!!!
Well nuff said then Ease up, nigga!
Man throw dem treys up!
Yung Wun
Shorty pop a lot, actin like you got a lot
wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got
Coming to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass click
Ima put somethin in him and bust his wig, Im on some thugged out shit
You better be strapped boy, how you love that boy, act boy
Ima break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up Im cold hearted DAMN RIGHT, I get retarded
Im a yung-un and down here, bitch Im the hardest
You can hoot, hide and talk that shit
Ima stay low, keep it real and sho to come up
But when I bite you gone feel that there, its real down here
Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down here
Im a Ryde or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye nigga
Get beside yourself its bye bye nigga
When it come to glock cockin and drop poppin
Im the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fck nigga
Swizz Beatz Scarface
State yo name gangsta Scarface
Where you representin? Motherfckin South
You gon hold it down? You God damn right
Enough said then nigga
Scarface
Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, pullin the strings to your alarm
Bringin terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
Im scarin motherfckers straight wit mine
Guerilla tactics, guranteein my enemy die
Its worldwide army alert for all soliders
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
Its a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause Im sicker
Dont disrepect it, you dont disrespect me nigga
Im the one these niggaz call on when negotiations are halted,
and the time comes for the beatin of the bosses
Make em an offer that cant refuse
They dont comply, well now Im bout to stank these fools
Fool, I guess these niggaz think they cant be moved
Realizie they dont scare niggaz like they thank they do
You fck wit me, I gots to fck wit you
World War 3 motherfcker, I thought you knew
Swizz Beatz Scarface
State yo name gangsta Jadakiss nigga
Where you representin? East coast dawg
You gon hold it down? Why wouldnt I?
Enough said then nigga Lets go
Lets go
Jadakiss
If you fckin wit the Kiss, you aint gon breathe
The only time I lick in the air is New Years Eve
Sonny from Bronx Tale, you cant leave
Get kissed on yo cheek then you meant to die
Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise
You know my style 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was hollerin shorty wild
Now Im in the rap game twistin these honies out
Never left the crack game still on a money route
I run through the industry looking for enemies
Yall niggaz sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo eyes and mouth
Cant see cant talk when you fckin wit the heart of New York
And thats fouler that swallowin pork
And to fck wit the feds dog
you know I push the prowler to court
Toast on my lap, got the East Coast on my back, UH
Swizz Beatz
How many times must I tell you motherfckers
We aint industry niggaz
We in-the-STREETS, niggaz – you motherfckin right!
Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch – now what?
all together
Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it East COAST!
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it West COAST!
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it Dirty SOUTH!
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it Mid WEST!
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it Ruff RYDERS!
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it Biatch!
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Swizz Beatz
Yeah, Double R motherfckers – Ruff Ryders!