World War Iii Lyrics - Ryde Or Die: Vol.2 - Dmx

Ruff ryders, ruff ryders 

Ryde or die volume 2 (tugboats) 

It's the second time around motherfucker 

Volume 2 ryde or die biatch 

Gangsta nigga and we gone rock this motherfucker 

We the square root of the motherfucking street 

Double r you cocksucking sons of bitches 

[swiss beatz (snoop dogg)] 

State yo name gangsta (big snoop dogg) 

Where you representing (westcoast) 

Yo gone hold it down (please believe it nigga) 

Enough said then nigga (hold on hold up biatch) 

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[snoop dogg] 

Uh, lets make this official 

Shine yo boots and load yo pistol 

Pull out yo best credentals cause this will 

Be the official for the fake tissue 

Doggy dogg and big swissal, nigga blow the whistle 

Smoking on some bomebee to second hand smoke 

Will get you, hit you, and make you all get the picture 

When was the last time you seen me 

Postin up while ? oastin up, while sippin on some remix 

Believe me it ain't easy been diese 

Wit these jealous rap niggas and these punk ass frizes 

Man I can remember at what they told me 

When I first came in the game thangs done changed 

Call it what you wanna, keep it on her 

Eastcoast, long beach, california spinning like a toner 

Banging on the corner, hot like a sauna 

Get the best of you then ? to california 

[swiss beatz (yung wun)] 

State yo name yungsta (yung wun) 

Where you representing (atl shorty) 

You gone hold it down (damn, right) 

Enough said then (nigga) 

Lets go 

[yung wun] 

Shorty pop a lot, acting 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 clit 

I'm a put something 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'm gone 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-on and down here bitch I'm the hardest 

You can hoot, hide and talk that shit 

I'm gone stay low and keep it real and shorty come up 

But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down here 

Watch you mouth boy, you might get killed down here 

I'm a ryde or die nigga, put something in yo eye nigga 

Get beside yourself and it's bye bye nigga 

When it come to glock cocking and drop popping 

I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga 

[swiss beatz (scarface)] 

State yo name gangsta (scarface) 

Where you representing (motherfucking southside) 

You gone hold it down (goddamn right) 

Enough said then nigga 

[scarface] 

Holly hos, scarface an? 

Bringing terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm 

I'm scaring motherfuckers straight wit my 

Guerilla tactics guranteeing 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, down on yo knees, plus I'm sicker 

Cause disrepected, you don't disrespect me nigga 

I'm the one these niggas call on when negotiations are halting 

And time come for the beating up the bosses 

Make them an offer that can't refuse, they don't comply 

When I walk out they stank these fools 

I guess these niggas think they can't be moved 

Realizing 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 

[swiss beatz (jadakiss)] 

State yo name gangsta (jadakiss nigga) 

Where you representing (east coast dog) 

You gone hold it down (why wouldn't I) 

Enough said then nigga let's go 

[jadakiss] 

If you fuckin wit the kiss you ain't gone breathe 

The only time I lick in the air is new year's eve 

Sonny from bronstail you can't leave 

Get kissed on yo cheek then you meant to die 

Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise 

Yo know my style 20 niggas wit 40 cals 

Nine years ago you was hollering shorty wild 

Now I'm in the rap game twisting these hunnies 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 fucking wit the heart of new york 

And that's fouler that swalling pork 

An don't fuck wit the feds, dog you know I push the prowler to court 

Toast on my lap, got the east coast on my back 

How many times must I tell you motherfuckers 

We ain't industry niggas 

We in-the-streets niggas 

We motherfucking riders forever bitch now what 

So 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 started we ended (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 started we ended (biatch) 

Motherfucker, ruff ryders, double r motherfucker, ruff ryders