WW III - Snoop Dogg, Scarface, Jadakiss

Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders

Ryde or Die — Volume 2

(Tugboats. ehh, it’s over.)

Ahhh-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

It’s the second time around motherf*cker!

(YESS!)

Volume 2 — Ryde or Die, BIATCH!

Gangsta nigga and we gon' rock this motherf*cker, you dig me?

(Fo' sho' baby!) We the square root of the motherf*ckin streets!

(Fo' sho' baby!) Double R, you cocksuckin sons of bitches!

YEAH!

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)

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 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 ain’t easy been Deezy (nah it ain’t)

Wit these jealous rap niggas 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 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

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!)

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

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 yung-un 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 Ryde 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 f*ck nigga

State yo' name gangsta (Scarface)

Where you representin?

(Motherf*ckin 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 motherf*ckers straight wit mine

Guerilla tactics, guranteein my enemy die

It’s 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, cause I’m sicker

Don’t disrepect it, you don’t disrespect me nigga

I’m the one these niggas 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 niggas think they can’t be moved

Realizie they don’t scare niggas like they thank they do

You f*ck wit me, I gots to f*ck wit you

World War 3 motherf*cker, 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)

(Let's go)

If you f*ckin 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 niggas 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 niggas sound sick and Jada the remedy

Get shot in yo' eyes and mouth

Can’t see can’t talk when you f*ckin wit the heart of New York

And that’s fouler that swallowin pork

And to f*ck 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 motherf*ckers

We ain’t industry niggas

We in-the-STREETS, niggas — you motherf*ckin right!

Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch — now what?

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!)

Yeah, Double R motherf*ckers — Ruff Ryders