Ruff Ryders - Wwiii - Featuring Yung Wun, Snoop Dogg, Scarface And Jadakiss Lyrics
<whispering>ruff ryders (ruff ryders)Ryde or die, volume 2TugboatsIt's over...(laughing)it's the second time around muther*****er (yeah)Volume 2, ryde or die, *****Gangsta niggaAnd we gonna rock this mother*****er, you dig me (for sure baby)We done square rooted the mother*****ing streets (for sure baby)Double r, you ***** sucking sons of *****es (yeah)State your name gangstaBig snoop dogg (bow wow)Who ya representinWest coastYou gonna hold it downPlease believe niggaEnough said then nigga(beyatch)Let's make this officialShine your boots and load your pistolsPull out your best crudentialsCuz this'll, be the official for the fake tissueDoggy dogg and big swizz'll, nigga blow the whistleSmoke it on some bomb beat and second hand smoke will get ya, hit yaAnd make ya all get the pictureDig this, when was the last time you seen mePosted up, west coasted up and sippin on some green meatBelieve me, it ain't easy being d'zyWith these jealous rap niggas and these punk ass freezies (***** em)Man, i couldn't remember what they told meWhen i first came in the game, but things done changedCall it what you want it, keep the heat up on itEastside california, spinnin like a 'tonaBanging on the corner, like a 'sonaIt be best to back up off a boy and put this up on yaState your name youngsterYung wunWhere you representingA-t-l, shortyYou gonna hold it downDamn rightWell, enough said thenIt's up, man nigga tell ya somethingShorty pop a lot, acting like he got a lotWith all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get gotComing to my city with all that hot shit and his fake ass cliqI'm gonna put something in him, bust his wig, i'm on some thugged out shitHe better be strapped boy, how ya like that boyHey boy, i'm gonna break your back boy, with a bat boyWhere ya at boy, hold up, i'm cold heartedDamn right, i get retardedI'm a young one, and down here, ***** i'm the hardestShoot the shoot, hide and talk that shitI'm gonna stay low, keep it real and show then come upBut when i bite, you gonna feel that there, it's real down hereWatch your mouth boy, you might get killed down hereI'm a ryde or die nigga, i'll put something in your eye niggaGet beside them here, it's fly bye niggaWhen it come to glock *****ing and drop poppingI'm the first to hit the black and go to war with the cops, ***** niggaState your name gangstaScarfaceWhere your representingMy mother*****ing selfYou gonna hold it downYou god damn rightEnough said then niggaHi-ho scarface and dogg whippin this streets against the lawBringing terror with this beretta, i clutch in my pawI'm scared mother*****ers, scrape with mineYou will attack, that's what you get, my enemies dieIt's a worldwide story, for all soldiersEven if ruff ryders ryde ruff or roll overIt's a stickup, said down on your knees cuz i'm sick-upIf disrespected, you don't disrespect me niggaI'm the one these niggas call onWhen they go to cases are halted and the time come for beatin up the bossesMake them an offer they can't refuseThey don't comply, when i walk out they stack these foolsI guess these niggas think they can't be movedRealized it those dead niggas like they think they doYou ***** with me i gots to ***** with youWorld war three, mother*****er, i thought you knewState your name gangstaJadakiss niggaWhere you representingEast coast dogYou gonna hold it downWhy wouldn't iEnough said then niggaLet's goIf you *****ing with the kiss, you ain't gonna breatheThe only time i lick in the air is new years eveSonny from bronxdale you can't leaveGet kissed on your cheek then your meant to dieCuz when the gun start poppin and my temperature riseYou know my style, twenty niggas with forty calsNine years ago you was hollering when shorty wildNow i'm in the rap game twisting these honies outNever left the crack game, still on the money routeI run through the industry looking for enemiesY'all niggas sound sick and jada the remedyGet shot in your eyes and your mouthCan't see can't talk when you *****in with the heart of new yorkAnd that's foulin then swallow the pulpAnd then ***** with the feds dog, you know i push the prowler they caughtToast on my lap, got the east coast on my backHow many times must i tell you mother*****ers (yeah)We ain't in-du-stry niggas, we in-the-streets niggasRuff ryders forever, now what(chorus:) ryde or die, you talk it, we live itSo ryde or die, you want it, we give itSo ryde or die, you start it, we end itSo ryde or die, you talk it, we live it(repeat chorus)(hollering then fade to end)
