[whispered] Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders Ryde or Die - Volume 2 (Tugboats.. ehh, it's over..) [Swizz Beatz] Ahhh-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! It's the second time around motherfucker! (YESS!) Volume 2 - Ryde or Die, BIATCH! Gangsta nigga and we gon' rock this motherfucker, you dig me? (Fo' sho' baby!) We the square root of the motherfuckin 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, 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 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 chains 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 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 fuck nigga [Swizz Beatz] (Scarface) State yo' name gangsta (Scarface) Where you representin? (Motherfuckin 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 I'm scarin motherfuckers 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 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 [Swizz Beatz] (Scarface) 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) [Jadakiss] 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 [Swizz Beatz] How many times must I tell you motherfuckers We ain't industry niggaz We in-the-STREETS, niggaz - you motherfuckin 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!) [ad libs for 8 seconds] [Swizz Beatz] Yeah, Double R motherfuckers - Ruff Ryders!
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