WWIII Video (MV)

Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
Ryde or die, volume 2
Tugboats
It's over

It's the second time around mutherf*cker (yeah)
Volume 2, ryde or die, bitch
Gangsta nigga
And we gonna rock this motherf*cker, you dig me (for sure baby)
We done square rooted the motherf*cking streets (for sure baby)
Double R, you cock sucking sons of bitches (yeah)

State your name gangsta

Big Snoop dogg (bow wow)

Where ya representin

West coast

You gonna hold it down?

Please believe nigga

Enough said then nigga

(Hold on, hold up) beyatch

Make a start

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 (f*ck 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 sauna
It be best to back up off a boy and put this up on ya

(Yeah) 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

Let's go

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 clique
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 yourself, 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, f*ck nigga

State your name gangsta

Scarface

Where your representing

My motherf*cking self

You gonna hold it down?

You god damn right

Enough said then nigga

Hi-ho Scarface and Dogg whippin this streets givin' the law
Bringing terror with this beretta, I clutch in my paw
I'm scared motherf*ckers, scrape with mine
You will attack, that's what you get, my enemies die
It's a worldwide story, for all soldiers
Even your Ruff Ryders ryde ruff or roll over
It's a stickup, said down on your knees 'cause 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 that 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 f*ck with me I gots to f*ck with you
World war three, motherf*cker, 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

Let's go

C'mon, if you f*cking 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 mouth
Can't see can't talk when you f*ckin with the heart of New York
And that's fouler then swallow the pulp
And the f*ck 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 motherf*ckers (yeah)
We ain't in-du-stry niggas, we in-the-streets niggas
Ruff Ryders forever, hey bitch now what

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 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 (biaatch)
Double R Motherf*cka