Ruff Ryders - Wwiii - Featuring Yung Wun, Snoop Dogg, Scarface And Jadakiss lyrics

ruff ryders (ruff ryders) Ryde or die, volume 2 Tugboats It's over... (laughing)it's the second time around mutherf**er (yeah) Volume 2, ryde or die, b**h Gangsta n***a And we gonna rock this motherf**er, you dig me (for sure baby) We done square rooted the motherf**ing streets (for sure baby) Double r, you co*k s**ing sons of b**hes (yeah) State your name gangsta Big snoop dogg (bow wow) Who ya representin West coast You gonna hold it down Please believe n***a Enough said then n***a (beyatch) Let's make this official Shine your boots and load your pistols Pull out your best crudentials Cuz this'll, be the official for the fake tissue Doggy dogg and big swizz'll, n***a blow the whistle Smoke it on some bomb beat and second hand smoke will get ya, hit ya And make ya all get the picture Dig this, when was the last time you seen me Posted up, west coasted up and sippin on some green meat Believe me, it ain't easy being d'zy With these jealous rap n***as and these punk a** freezies (f** em) Man, i couldn't remember what they told me When i first came in the game, but things done changed Call it what you want it, keep the heat up on it Eastside california, spinnin like a 'tona Banging on the corner, like a 'sona It be best to back up off a boy and put this up on ya State your name youngster Yung wun Where you representing A-t-l, shorty You gonna hold it down Damn right Well, enough said then It's up, man n***a tell ya something Shorty pop a lot, acting like he got a lot With all that fake ice on his watch, this n***a wanna get got Coming to my city with all that hot sh** and his fake a** cliq I'm gonna put something in him, bust his wig, i'm on some thugged out sh** He better be strapped boy, how ya like that boy Hey boy, i'm gonna break your back boy, with a bat boy Where ya at boy, hold up, i'm cold hearted Damn right, i get retarded I'm a young one, and down here, b**h i'm the hardest Shoot the shoot, hide and talk that sh** I'm gonna stay low, keep it real and show then come up But when i bite, you gonna feel that there, it's real down here Watch your mouth boy, you might get k**ed down here I'm a ryde or die n***a, i'll put something in your eye n***a Get beside them here, it's fly bye n***a When it come to glock co*king and drop popping I'm the first to hit the black and go to war with the cops, f** n***a State your name gangsta Scarface Where your representing My motherf**ing self You gonna hold it down You god damn right Enough said then n***a Hi-ho scarface and dogg whippin this streets against the law Bringing terror with this beretta, i clutch in my paw I'm scared motherf**ers, scrape with mine You will attack, that's what you get, my enemies die It's a worldwide story, for all soldiers Even if ruff ryders ryde ruff or roll over It's a stickup, said down on your knees cuz i'm sick-up If disrespected, you don't disrespect me n***a I'm the one these n***as call on When they go to cases are halted and the time come for beatin up the bosses Make them an offer they can't refuse They don't comply, when i walk out they stack these fools I guess these n***as think they can't be moved Realized it those dead n***as like they think they do You f** with me i gots to f** with you World war three, motherf**er, i thought you knew State your name gangsta Jadakiss n***a Where you representing East coast dog You gonna hold it down Why wouldn't i Enough said then n***a Let's go If you f**ing with the kiss, you ain't gonna breathe The only time i lick in the air is new years eve Sonny from bronxdale you can't leave Get kissed on your cheek then your meant to die Cuz when the gun start poppin and my temperature rise You know my style, twenty n***as with forty cals Nine years ago you was hollering when shorty wild Now i'm in the rap game twisting these honies out Never left the crack game, still on the money route I run through the industry looking for enemies Y'all n***as sound sick and jada the remedy Get shot in your eyes and your mouth Can't see can't talk when you f**in with the heart of new york And that's foulin then swallow the pulp And then f** with the feds dog, you know i push the prowler they caught Toast on my lap, got the east coast on my back How many times must i tell you motherf**ers (yeah) We ain't in-du-stry n***as, we in-the-streets n***as Ruff ryders forever, now what (chorus:) ryde or die, you talk it, we live it So ryde or die, you want it, we give it So ryde or die, you start it, we end it So ryde or die, you talk it, we live it (repeat chorus)(hollering then fade to end)