1.World War III
Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
Ryde or Die Volume 2 (Tugboats)
hahaha It's the second time around motherfucker (yeah)
Volume 2 Ryde or Die Biatch
Gangsta Nigga and we gone rock this motherfucker (fo sho baby)
We the square root of the motherfucking street (fo sho baby)
Double R you cocksucking sons of bitches (yeah)
State yo name gangsta (Big Snoop Dogg bow wow)
Where you representing (Westcoast)
Yo gone hold it down (Please believe it nigga)
Enough said then nigga (Hold on Hold up Biatch)
Uh, lets make this official
shine yo boots and load yo pistol
pull out yo best credentals cause this will
be the official for the ficticial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swissal, nigga blow the whistle
Smoking on some bomebee to second hand smoke
Will get you, hit you, and make you all get the picture, dig
this,
When was the last time you seen me
posted up west coasted up ？oastin up, while sippin on some remix
Believe me it ain't easy been Diese
wit these jealous rap niggas and these punk ass frizes
Man I couldnt remember what they told me
when I first came in the game thangs done changed
Call it what you wanna, keep it on her
Eastside, Long Beach, California spinning like a toner
Banging on the corner, hot like a sauna
Get the best of you then fuck with ya n put this all up on ya
State yo name yungsta (Yung Wun)
Where you representing (ATL shorty)
You gone hold it down (Damn, right)
Enough said then (ease up nigga)
Lets go
Shorty pop a lot, acting 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 clit
I'm a put something in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged
out shit
You better be strapped boy, how you love that boy, act boy
I'm gone break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
Hold up I'm cold hearted, damn right I get retarded
I'm a yung-on and down here bitch I'm the hardest
You can hoot, hide and talk that shit
I'm gone stay low and keep it real and shorty come up
But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down here
Watch you mouth boy, you might get killed down here
I'm a ryde or die nigga, put something in yo eye nigga
Get beside yourself it's bye bye nigga
When it come to glock cocking and top popping
I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck
nigga
State yo name gangsta (Scarface)
Where you representing (Motherfucking south)
You gone hold it down (Goddamn right)
Enough said then nigga
Holly hos, Scarface n Don, pulling the strings in your alarm
Bringing terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm scaring motherfuckers straight wit my
Guerilla tactics guranteeing my enemy die
It's a worldwide army alert for all soliders
Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, cuz I'm sicker
dont disrespect it, you dont disrespect me nigga
I'm the one these niggas call on when negotiations are halted
and time come for the beating up the bosses
Make them an offer that can't refuse, they don't comply
well now im bout to stank these fools fool
I guess these niggas think they can't be moved
Realizing they don't scare niggas like they thank they do
You fuck wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew
State yo name gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)
Where you representing (East Coast dogg)
You gone hold it down (Why wouldn't I)
Enough said then nigga Let's go
If you fuckin wit the kiss you ain't gone breathe
the only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve, uh
Sonny from Bronstail you can't 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 niggas wit 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was hollering shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game twisting these hunnies out
Never left the crack game still on a money route
I run through the industry looking for enemies
Y'all niggas sound sick and Jada the remedy
get shot in yo eyes and mouth
can't see can't talk when you fucking wit the heart of New York
And that's fouler that swallowing pork
An don't fuck wit the feds, dog you know I push the prowler to
court
toast on my lap, got the East Coast on my back, uh
How many times must I tell you motherfuckers
We ain't industry niggas
We in-the-streets niggas
We motherfucking riders forever bitch now what
Ryde or Die you talk it we live it (Eastcoast)
So Ryde or Die you want it we give it (Westcoast)
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)
hahaha Ruff Ryders, yeah, Double R motherfucker! Ruff Ryders
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