Ww Iii Lyrics

Ww Iii lyrics

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)

 

 (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 remi

 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 dont 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