Ahhh HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
It's the second time around
motherfucker!
(YESS!)
Volume 2 Ryde or Die, BIATCH!
Gangsta n***a 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 n***a
(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,
n***a 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
(BXDIOS NIGGA)
Where you representin?
(NEW YORK NIGGA!)
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 n***a wanna get got
Coming to my city wit all that
hot s**t and his fake ass click
I'mma put somethin in him and bust
his wig, I'm on some thugged out s**t
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, b***h I'm the hardest
You can hoot, hide and talk that s**t
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 n***a
Get beside yourself it's bye bye n***a
When it come to Glock
cockin and drop poppin
I'm the first to hit the block and
go to war wit the cops f*ck n***a
State yo' name gangsta
(cONCEITED sOwAVY bABY)
Where you representin?
(Motherfuckin South)
You gon' hold it down?
(You God damn right)
Enough said then n***a
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 n***a
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 f*ck wit me, I gots to f*ck 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 n***a
(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 f*ck wit the feds dog
You know I push the prowler to court
Toast on my lap, got the
East Coast on my back, UH
