Wwiii - Featuring Yung Wun Snoop Dogg Scarface And Jadakiss Lyrics

Wwiii - Featuring Yung Wun Snoop Dogg Scarface And Jadakiss lyrics

Ruff Ryders (ruff ryders)
Ryde or die, volume
2

Tugboats
It's over...
(laughing)It's the second time around
mutherfucker (yeah)
Volume 2, ryde or die, bitch
Gangsta nigga
And we
gonna rock this motherfucker, you dig me (for sure baby)
We done square
rooted the motherfucking streets (for sure baby)
Double R, you cock sucking
sons of bitches (yeah)

State your name gangsta
Big Snoop dogg (bow
wow)
Who ya representin
West coast
You gonna hold it down
Please
believe nigga
Enough said then nigga

(beyatch)
Let's make this
official
Shine your boots and load your pistols
Pull out your best
crudentials
Cuz this'll, be the official for the fake tissue
Doggy dogg
and big Swizz'll, nigga blow the whistle
Smoke it on some bomb beat and
second hand smoke will get ya, hit ya
And make ya all get the picture
Dig
this, when was the last time you seen me
Posted up, west coasted up and
sippin on some green meat
Believe me, it ain't easy being D'zy
With these
jealous rap niggas and these punk ass freezies (fuck em)
Man, I couldn't
remember what they told me
When I first came in the game, but things done
changed
Call it what you want it, keep the heat up on it
Eastside
California, spinnin like a 'tona
Banging on the corner, like a 'sona
It
be best to back up off a boy and put this up on ya

State your name
youngster
Yung Wun
Where you representing
A-T-L, shorty
You gonna
hold it down
Damn right
Well, enough said then
It's up, man nigga tell
ya something

Shorty pop a lot, acting like he got a lot
With all that
fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got
Coming to my city with all
that hot shit and his fake ass cliq
I'm gonna put something in him, bust his
wig, I'm on some thugged out shit
He better be strapped boy, how ya like that
boy
Hey boy, I'm gonna break your back boy, with a bat boy
Where ya at
boy, hold up, I'm cold hearted
Damn right, I get retarded
I'm a young
one, and down here, bitch I'm the hardest
Shoot the shoot, hide and talk
that shit
I'm gonna stay low, keep it real and show then come up
But when
I bite, you gonna 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, I'll put something
in your eye nigga
Get beside them here, it's fly bye nigga
When it come
to glock cocking and drop popping
I'm the first to hit the black and go to
war with the cops, fuck nigga

State your name
gangsta
Scarface
Where your representing
My motherfucking self
You
gonna hold it down
You god damn right
Enough said then nigga

Hi-ho
Scarface and Dogg whippin this streets against the law
Bringing terror with
this beretta, I clutch in my paw
I'm scared motherfuckers, scrape with
mine
You will attack, that's what you get, my enemies die
It's a
worldwide story, for all soldiers
Even if Ruff Ryders ryde ruff or roll
over
It's a stickup, said down on your knees cuz I'm sick-up
If
disrespected, you don't disrespect me nigga
I'm the one these niggas call
on
When they go to cases are halted and the time come for beatin up the
bosses
Make them an offer they can't refuse
They don't comply, when I
walk out they stack these fools
I guess these niggas think they can't be
moved
Realized it those dead niggas like they think they do
You fuck with
me I gots to fuck with you
World war three, motherfucker, I thought you
knew

State your name gangsta
Jadakiss nigga
Where you
representing
East coast dog
You gonna hold it down
Why wouldn't
I
Enough said then nigga

Let's go
If you fucking with the kiss,
you ain't gonna breathe
The only time I lick in the air is new years
eve
Sonny from Bronxdale you can't leave
Get kissed on your cheek then
your meant to die
Cuz when the gun start poppin and my temperature
rise
You know my style, twenty niggas with forty cals
Nine years ago you
was hollering when shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game twisting these honies
out
Never left the crack game, still on the money route
I run through the
industry looking for enemies
Y'all niggas sound sick and Jada the
remedy
Get shot in your eyes and your mouth
Can't see can't talk when you
fuckin with the heart of New York
And that's foulin then swallow the
pulp
And then fuck with the feds dog, you know I push the prowler they
caught
Toast on my lap, got the east coast on my back

How many times
must I tell you motherfuckers (yeah)
We ain't in-du-stry niggas, we
in-the-streets niggas
Ruff Ryders forever, now what
(chorus:) Ryde or
die, you talk it, we live it
So ryde or die, you want it, we give it
So
ryde or die, you start it, we end it
So ryde or die, you talk it, we live
it
(repeat chorus)(hollering then fade to end)