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Ruff Ryders – WWIII feat. Jadakiss – Ryde Or Die Vol II

Ruff Ryders – WWIII feat. Jadakiss – Ryde Or Die Vol II

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  1. Ahh hahaha
    It's the second time around motherfucker!
    Volume 2, Ryde or Die, biatch!
    Gangsta nigga and we gon' rock this motherfucker, you dig me?
    We the square root of the motherfuckin streets!
    Double R, you cocksuckin sons of bitches!
    Yeah!
    State yo' name gangsta (Big Snoop Dogg)
    Where you representin? (West coast)
    You gon' hold it down? (Please believe it nigga)
    Enough said then nigga (hold up, biatch)
    Mmm, let's 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 Swizz'll, 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 ain't easy been Deezy (nah it ain't)
    wit these jealous rap niggaz and these punk ass breezies
    Man, I couldn't remember what they told me
    when I first came in the game but thangs done changed
    Call it what you want to, 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
    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)
    Shorty pop a lot, actin like you got a lot
    wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga want to get got
    Coming to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass click
    I'ma put somethin 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'ma 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 young'n and down here, bitch I'm the hardest
    You can hoot, hide and talk that shit
    I'ma stay low, keep it real and sho' to come up
    But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down here
    Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down here
    I'm a Ride or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye nigga
    Get beside yourself it's bye bye nigga
    When it come to glock cockin and drop poppin
    I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga
    State yo' name gangsta (Scarface)
    Where you representin? (Motherfuckin South)
    You gon' hold it down? (You God damn right)
    Enough said then nigga
    Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, pullin the strings to your alarm
    Bringin terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
    I'm scarin motherfuckers straight wit mine
    Guerilla tactics, guranteein my enemy die
    It's worldwide army alert for all soldiers
    Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
    It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm sicker
    Don't disrepect it, you don't disrespect me nigga
    I'm 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 can't refuse
    They don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank these fools
    Fool, I guess these niggaz think they can't be moved
    Realizie they don't scare niggaz 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 representin? (East coast dawg)
    You gon' hold it down? (Why wouldn't I?)
    Enough said then nigga (Let's go)
    If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' breathe
    The only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve
    Sonny from "Bronx Tale, " 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 niggaz wit 40 Cals
    Nine years ago you was hollerin shorty wild
    Now I'm 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
    Y'all niggaz sound sick and Jada the remedy
    Get shot in yo' eyes and mouth
    Can't see can't talk when you fuckin wit the heart of New York
    And that's fouler that swallowin pork
    And to 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 niggaz
    We in the streets niggas! You motherfuckin right!
    Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch, now what?
    Ride or die, you talk it, we live it (East COAST!)
    So ride or die, you want it, we give it (West COAST!)
    so ride or die, you start it, we end it (Dirty SOUTH!)
    So ride or die, you talk it, we live it (Mid WEST!)
    So ride or die, you want it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!)
    So ride or die, you start it, we end it (Biatch!)
    Yeah, Double are motherfuckers – Ruff Ryders!

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