Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders   Ryde or die, Volume 2   Tugboats, ehh, it's over      It's the second time around, motherfucker, yes   Volume 2, Ryde or die, biatch   Gangsta, nigga an' we gon' rock this motherfucker, you dig me?   We the square root of the motherfuckin' streets!   Double R, you cocksuckin' sons of bitches, yeah      State yo' name, gangsta, Big Snoop Dogg   Where you representin? West coast   You gon' hold it down? Please believe it, nigga   Enough said then nigga, hold up, biatch      Mmm, let's make this official   Shine yo' boots an' load yo' pistols, pull out yo best credentials   'Cause this'll be the official for the ficticial   Doggy Dogg an' Big Swizz'll, nigga, blow the whistle      Smokin' on some bomb-beeda secondhand smoke   Will getcha, hitcha an' make you all get the picture   Dig this, when was the last time you seen me   Posted up, West coasted up an' sippin' on some Remi?      Believe me, it ain't easy been Deezy   Wit these jealous rap niggaz an' these punk ass breezies   Man, I couldn't remember what they told me   When I first came in the game but things 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, Yung Wun   Where you representin'? ATL, shawty   You gon' hold it down? Damn right   Well 'nuff said then, ease up, nigga      Shorty pop a lot, actin' like you got a lot   Wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got   Comin' to my city wit all that hot shit an' his fake ass click   I'ma put somethin' in him an' 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 an' down here, bitch, I'm the hardest      You can hoot, hide an' talk that shit   I'ma stay low, keep it real an' sho' to come up   But when I bite you gon' 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' an' drop poppin'   I'm the first to hit the block   an'' go to war wit the cops, fuck, nigga      State yo' name gangsta, Scarface   Where you representin'? Motherfuckin' South   You gon' hold it down? You goddamn right   Enough said then, nigga      Heidi hoe, Scarface an' Don, pullin' the strings to your alarm   Bringin' terror wit this Baretta, I clutch in my palm   I'm scarin' motherfuckers straight wit mine   Guerrilla tactics, guranteein' my enemy die      It's a worldwide army alert for all soldiers   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 disrespect it, you don't disrespect me, nigga      I'm the one these niggaz call on when negotiations are halted   An' 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      I guess these niggaz think they can't be moved   Realize 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      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      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 lookin' for enemies   Y'all niggaz sound sick an' Jada the remedy   Get shot in yo' eyes an' mouth      Can't see can't talk when you fuckin' wit the heart of New York   An' that's fouler that swallowin' pork   An' 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      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?      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, Midwest   So Ryde or die, you want it, we give it, Ruff Ryders   So Ryde or die, you start it, we end it, biatch      Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders