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DMX - World War Iii Lyrics

Ruff ryders, ruff rydersRyde or die volume 2 (tugboats)It's the second time around motherfuckerVolume 2 ryde or die biatchGangsta nigga and we gone rock this motherfuckerWe the square root of the motherfucking streetDouble 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 officialShine yo boots and load yo pistolPull out yo best credentals cause this willBe the official for the fake tissueDoggy dogg and big swissal, nigga blow the whistleSmoking on some bomebee to second hand smokeWill get you, hit you, and make you all get the pictureWhen was the last time you seen mePostin up while ? oastin up, while sippin on some remixBelieve me it ain't easy been dieseWit these jealous rap niggas and these punk ass frizesMan I can remember at what they told meWhen I first came in the game thangs done changedCall it what you wanna, keep it on herEastcoast, long beach, california spinning like a tonerBanging on the corner, hot like a saunaGet 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 lotWit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get gotComing to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass clitI'm a put something in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out shitYou better be strapped boy, how you love that boy, act boyI'm gone break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boyHold up I'm cold hearted, damn right I get retardedI'm a yung-on and down here bitch I'm the hardestYou can hoot, hide and talk that shitI'm gone stay low and keep it real and shorty come upBut when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down hereWatch you mouth boy, you might get killed down hereI'm a ryde or die nigga, put something in yo eye niggaGet beside yourself and it's bye bye niggaWhen it come to glock cocking and drop poppingI'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 palmI'm scaring motherfuckers straight wit myGuerilla tactics guranteeing my enemy dieIt's worldwide army alert for all solidersEither you ruff ryde, ryde ruff, or roll overIt's a stick up, down on yo knees, plus I'm sickerCause disrepected, you don't disrespect me niggaI'm the one these niggas call on when negotiations are haltingAnd time come for the beating up the bossesMake them an offer that can't refuse, they don't complyWhen I walk out they stank these foolsI guess these niggas think they can't be movedRealizing they don't scare niggas like they thank they doYou fuck wit me, I gots to fuck wit youWorld 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 breatheThe only time I lick in the air is new year's eveSonny from bronstail you can't leaveGet kissed on yo cheek then you meant to dieCause when the gun start poppin then my temperature riseYo know my style 20 niggas wit 40 calsNine years ago you was hollering shorty wildNow I'm in the rap game twisting these hunnies outNever left the crack game still on a money routeI run through the industry looking for enemiesY'all niggas sound sick and jada the remedyGet shot in yo eyes and mouthCan't see can't talk when you fucking wit the heart of new yorkAnd that's fouler that swalling porkAn don't fuck wit the feds, dog you know I push the prowler to courtToast on my lap, got the east coast on my backHow many times must I tell you motherfuckersWe ain't industry niggasWe in-the-streets niggasWe motherfucking riders forever bitch now whatSo 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
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