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    Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
    Ryde or Die Volume 2 (Tugboats)
    It's the second time around motherfucker
    Volume 2 Ryde or Die Biatch
    Gangsta Nigga and we gone rock this motherfucker
    We the square root of the motherfucking street
    Double R you cocksucking sons of bitches

    [Swiss Beatz (Snoop Dogg)]
    State yo name gangsta (Big Snoop Dogg)
    Where you representing (Westcoast)
    Yo gone hold it down (Please believe it nigga)
    Enough said then nigga (Hold on Hold up Biatch)

    [Snoop Dogg]
    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 fake tissue
    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
    When was the last time you seen me
    postin up while ?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 can remember at what they told me
    when I first came in the game thangs done changed
    Call it what you wanna, keep it on her
    Eastcoast, Long Beach, California spinning like a toner
    Banging on the corner, hot like a sauna
    Get the best of you then ? to California

    [Swiss Beatz (Yung Wun)]
    State yo name yungsta (Yung Wun)
    Where you representing (ATL shorty)
    You gone hold it down (Damn, right)
    Enough said then (Nigga)
    Lets go

    [Yung Wun]
    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 and it's bye bye nigga
    When it come to glock cocking and drop popping
    I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga

    [Swiss Beatz (Scarface)]
    State yo name gangsta (Scarface)
    Where you representing (Motherfucking southside)
    You gone hold it down (Goddamn right)
    Enough said then nigga

    Holly hos, Scarface an?
    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 worldwide army alert for all soliders
    Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
    It's a stick up, down on yo knees, plus I'm sicker
    Cause disrepected, you dont disrespect me nigga
    I'm the one these niggas call on when negotiations are halting
    and time come for the beating up the bosses
    Make them an offer that can't refuse, they don't comply
    when I walk out they stank these fools
    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

    [Swiss Beatz (Jadakiss)]
    State yo name gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)
    Where you representing (East Coast dog)
    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
    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
    yo 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 swalling 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

    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

    So 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 started we ended (Dirty south)
    So Ryde or Die you talk it we live it (Big West)
    So Ryde or Die you want it we give it (Ruff Ryders)
    So Ryde or Die you started we ended (Biatch)
    Motherfucker, Ruff Ryders, Double R motherfucker, Ruff Ryders

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