Ruff Ryders - WW III lyrics

Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
Ryde or Die - Volume 2

Tugboats ehh, it's over

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!

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)

Mmm, let's make this official
Shine yo' boots and load yo' pistols
Pull out yo best credentials cause this'll
Be the official for the fictitial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizzle
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 niggas 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 straight up on ya

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 treys up)

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'mma 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'mma 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'mma 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

State yo' name gangsta (Scarface)
Where you representin? (Motherfuckin South)
You gon' hold it down? (You God damn right)
Enough said then nigga

Heidi-ho! Scarface the 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 niggas call
On when negotiations are halted
And the time comes for the
Beatin of the bosses
Make 'em an offer that they can't refuse
They don't comply
Well now I'm bout to stank these fools
Fool, I guess these niggas think
They can't be moved
Realizie 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

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)

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 niggas 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 niggas 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

How many times must I tell you motherfuckers
We ain't industry niggas we in-the-STREETS
Niggas - you motherfuckin right!
Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch - now what?

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)

Yeah, Double R motherfuckers - Ruff Ryders!