Ww Iii Lyrics

Ww Iii lyrics

[whispered]

 Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders

 Ryde or Die - Volume 2 

 

 	(Tugboats.. ehh, it's over..)

 

 [yelled]

 Ahhh-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

 It's the second time around motherfucker! (YESS!)

 Volume 2 - Ryde or Die, BIATCH!

 Gangsta nigga 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!!

 

 [Swizz Beatz] (Snoop Dogg)

 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 nigga (hold up.. BIATCH)

 

 [Snoop Dogg]

 Mmm, let's make this official 

 Shine yo' boots and load yo' pistols

 Pull out yo best credentials cause thislll 

 be the official for the fictitial

 Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga 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 niggaz 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 ? on ya

 

 [Swizz Beatz] (Yung Wun)

 State yo' name yungsta (YUNG WUN!)

 Where you representin? (ATL SHAWTY!!)

 You gon' hold it down? (DAMN RIGHT!!!)

 Well nuff said then (Ease up, nigga!)

 (Man throw dem chains up!)

 

 [Yung Wun]

 Shorty pop a lot, actin 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 click

 I'ma put somethin 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'ma 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, bitch I'm the hardest

 You can hoot, hide and talk that shit

 I'ma 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 nigga

 Get beside yourself it's bye bye nigga

 When it come to glock cockin and drop poppin

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

 

 [Swizz Beatz] (Scarface)

 State yo' name gangsta (Scarface)

 Where you representin? (Motherfuckin South)

 You gon' hold it down? (You God damn right)

 Enough said then nigga

 

 [Scarface]

 Heidi-hoe!  Scarface and 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 nigga

 I'm the one these niggaz call on; when negotiations are halted, 

 and the time comes for the beatin of the bosses

 Make 'em an offer that can't refuse

 They don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank these fools

 Fool, I guess these niggaz think they can't be moved

 Realizie they don't scare niggaz like they thank they do

 You fuck wit me, I gots to fuck wit you 

 World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew

 

 [Swizz Beatz] (Scarface)

 State yo' name gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)

 Where you representin? (East coast dawg)

 You gon' hold it down? (Why wouldn't I?)

 Enough said then nigga (Let's go)

 (Let's go)

 

 [Jadakiss]

 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 fuck wit the feds dog

 you know I push the prowler to court

 Toast on my lap, got the East Coast on my back, UH

 

 [Swizz Beatz]

 How many times must I tell you motherfuckers

 We ain't industry niggaz

 We in-the-STREETS, niggaz - you motherfuckin right!

 Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch - now what?

 

 [all together]

 Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it (East COAST!)

 So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it (West COAST!)

 So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it (Dirty SOUTH!)

 So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it (Mid WEST!)

 So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!)

 So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it (Biatch!)

 

 [ad libs for 8 seconds]

 

 [Swizz Beatz]

 Yeah, Double R motherfuckers - Ruff Ryders!