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[whispered]
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Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
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Ryde or Die - Volume 2
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(Tugboats.. ehh, it's over..)
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[Swizz Beatz]
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Ahhh-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
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It's the second time around motherfucker! (YESS!)
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Volume 2 - Ryde or Die, BIATCH!
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Gangsta nigga and we gon' rock this motherfucker, you dig me?
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(Fo' sho' baby!) We the square root of the motherfuckin streets!
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(Fo' sho' baby!) Double R, you cocksuckin sons of bitches!!
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YEAH!!
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[Swizz Beatz] (Snoop Dogg)
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State yo' name gangsta (Big Snoop Dogg.. bow wow!)
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Where you representin? (West coast)
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You gon' hold it down? (Please believe it nigga)
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Enough said then nigga (hold up.. BIATCH)
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[Snoop Dogg]
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Mmm, let's make this official
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Shine yo' boots and load yo' pistols
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Pull out yo best credentials cause thislll
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be the official for the fictitial
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Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga blow the whistle
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Smokin on some bomb-beeda secondhand smoke
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will getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the picture
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Dig this - when was the last time you seen me
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posted up West coasted up and sippin on some Remi?
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Believe me - it ain't easy been Deezy (nah it ain't)
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wit these jealous rap niggaz and these punk ass breezies
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Man - I couldn't remember what they told me
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when I first came in the game but thangs done changed
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Call it what you wanna, keep the heat up on it
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East, Long Beach, California - spinnin like a 'Tona
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Bangin on the corner, hot like a sauna
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so you best to back up off me or I kick this ? on ya
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[Swizz Beatz] (Yung Wun)
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State yo' name yungsta (YUNG WUN!)
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Where you representin? (ATL SHAWTY!!)
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You gon' hold it down? (DAMN RIGHT!!!)
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Well nuff said then (Ease up, nigga!)
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(Man throw dem chains up!)
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[Yung Wun]
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Shorty pop a lot, actin like you got a lot
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wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got
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Coming to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass click
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I'ma put somethin in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit
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You better be strapped boy, how you love that boy, act boy
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I'ma break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
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Hold up I'm cold hearted; DAMN RIGHT, I get retarded
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I'm a yung-un and down here, bitch I'm the hardest
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You can hoot, hide and talk that shit
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I'ma stay low, keep it real and sho' to come up
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But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down here
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Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down here
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I'm a Ryde or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye nigga
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Get beside yourself it's bye bye nigga
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When it come to glock cockin and drop poppin
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I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga
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[Swizz Beatz] (Scarface)
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State yo' name gangsta (Scarface)
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Where you representin? (Motherfuckin South)
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You gon' hold it down? (You God damn right)
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Enough said then nigga
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[Scarface]
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Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, pullin the strings to your alarm
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Bringin terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
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I'm scarin motherfuckers straight wit mine
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Guerilla tactics, guranteein my enemy die
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It's worldwide army alert for all soliders
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Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
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It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm sicker
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Don't disrepect it, you don't disrespect me nigga
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I'm the one these niggaz call on; when negotiations are halted,
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and the time comes for the beatin of the bosses
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Make 'em an offer that can't refuse
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They don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank these fools
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Fool, I guess these niggaz think they can't be moved
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Realizie they don't scare niggaz like they thank they do
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You fuck wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
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World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew
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[Swizz Beatz] (Scarface)
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State yo' name gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)
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Where you representin? (East coast dawg)
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You gon' hold it down? (Why wouldn't I?)
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Enough said then nigga (Let's go)
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(Let's go)
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[Jadakiss]
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If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' breathe
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The only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve
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Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you can't leave
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Get kissed on yo' cheek then you meant to die
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Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise
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You know my style; 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals
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Nine years ago you was ho |