WWIII
Scarface, Ruff Ryders, Jadakiss, Snoop Dogg, DJ Green Lantern, Yung Wun
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Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders Ryde or die, volume 2 Tugboats It's over It's the second time around mutherfucker (yeah) Volume 2, ryde or die, bitch Gangsta nigga And we gonna rock this motherfucker, you dig me (for sure baby) We done square rooted the motherfucking streets (for sure baby) Double R, you cock sucking sons of bitches (yeah) State your name gangsta Big Snoop dogg (bow wow) Where ya representin West coast You gonna hold it down? Please believe nigga Enough said then nigga (Hold on, hold up) beyatch Make a start 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, nigga 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 niggas and these punk ass freezies (f*ck 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 sauna It be best to back up off a boy and put this up on ya (Yeah) 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 nigga tell ya something Let's go Shorty pop a lot, acting like he got a lot With all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got Coming to my city with all that hot shit and his fake ass clique I'm gonna put something in him, bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit 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, bitch I'm the hardest Shoot the shoot, hide and talk that shit 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 killed down here I'm a ryde or die nigga, I'll put something in your eye nigga Get beside yourself, it's fly bye nigga When it come to glock cocking and drop popping I'm the first to hit the black and go to war with the cops, f*ck nigga State your name gangsta Scarface Where your representing My motherfucking self You gonna hold it down? You god damn right Enough said then nigga Hi-ho Scarface and Dogg whippin this streets givin' the law Bringing terror with this beretta, I clutch in my paw I'm scared motherfuckers, scrape with mine You will attack, that's what you get, my enemies die It's a worldwide story, for all soldiers Even your Ruff Ryders ryde ruff or roll over It's a stickup, said down on your knees 'cause I'm sick-up If disrespected, you don't disrespect me nigga I'm the one these niggas call on When they go to cases are halted and the time come for beatin up the bosses Make them an offer that they can't refuse They don't comply, when I walk out they stack these fools I guess these niggas think they can't be moved Realized it those dead niggas like they think they do You f*ck with me I gots to f*ck with you World war three, motherfucker, I thought you knew State your name gangsta Jadakiss, nigga Where you representing East coast, dog You gonna hold it down? Why wouldn't I? Enough said then nigga Let's go Let's go C'mon, if you fucking 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 niggas 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 niggas sound sick and Jada the remedy Get shot in your eyes and mouth Can't see can't talk when you fuckin with the heart of New York And that's fouler then swallow the pulp And the f*ck 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 motherfuckers (yeah) We ain't in-du-stry niggas, we in-the-streets niggas Ruff Ryders forever, hey bitch now what 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 start it, we end it (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 start it, we end it (biaatch) Double R Motherfucka
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Written by: Brad Jordan, Calvin Broadus, James Anderson, Jason T Phillips, Jay Jackson, Kasseem Dean
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