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Ruff Ryders - WW III (Official Music Video) ft. Snoop Dogg, Scarface, Jadakiss, Yung Wun
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ruff Ryders
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Snoop Dogg
Composer
Kasseem Dean
Composer
Jason Phillips
Composer
B. Jordan
Composer
Jason Andrews
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
Ryde or Die, volume two
[Verse 2]
Tugboats
Ah, it's over
[Verse 3]
It's the second time around motherfucker (Yeah)
Volume two, Ryde or Die, bitch
Gangsta ****, 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 cock suckin' sons of bitches
YEAH!
[Verse 4]
State yo' name gangsta
(Big Snoop Dogg - bow wow)
Where you representing?
West Coast
You gon' hold it down?
Please believe it ****
Enough said then **** (Biatch)
[Verse 5]
Mmm, let's make this official
Shine yo' boots and load yo' pistols
Pull out your best credentials cause this'll
Be the official for the fictitial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizzle, **** blow the whistle
Smokin' on some bomb-beeda secondhand smoke'll getcha
Secondhand smoke'll 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 bein' deezy
Wit' these jealous rap **** 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
Banging on the corner, hot like a sauna
So you best to back up off me or I kick this straight up on ya
[Verse 6]
State yo' name youngsta (Yung Wun)
Where you representing? (ATL, shawty)
You gon' hold it down? (Damn right)
Well 'nuff said then (Ease up, man, ****!)
(Man throw them treys up!)
[Verse 7]
Shorty pop a lot, actin' like you got a lot
Wit all that fake ice on his watch, this **** wanna get got
Coming to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass click
I'mma 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'mma 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 youngin' 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 ****, put something in your eye ****
Get beside yourself, it's bye bye ****
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 ****
[Verse 8]
State yo' name gangsta (Scarface)
Where you representing? (Motherfuckin' South)
You gon' hold it down? (Goddamn right)
Enough said then ****
[Verse 9]
Heidi-ho, Scarface the Don, pullin' the strings to your alarm
Bringin' terror with this beretta I clutch in my palm
I'm scarin' motherfuckers straight with my
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 sick of
Bein' disrespected, you don't disrespect me ****
I'm the on these **** call on when negotiations are halted
And the time comes for the beatin' of the bosses
Make 'em an offer that they can't refuse
They don't comply, when I walk out, they stank these fools
So I guess these **** think they can't be moved
Realize they don't scare **** like they thank they do
You fuck with me, I gots to fuck with you
World War Three, motherfucker, I thought you knew
[Verse 10]
State yo' name gangsta (Jadakiss, ****)
Where you representing? (East coast dog)
You gon' hold it down? (Why wouldn't I?)
Enough said then **** (Let's go)
[Verse 11]
If you fuckin' wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' breathe
The only time I lickin' the air is New Year's Eve
Sonny from Bronx tale, you can't leave
Get kissed on yo' check then you meant to die
'Cause when the gun start poppin' then my temperature rise
You know my style: 20 **** with 40 Cals
Nine years ago you was hollering shorty wild
Now I'm in the rap game twistin' these honeys out
Never left the crack game, still on a money route
I run through the industry looking for enemies
Y'all **** sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in your eyes and mouth
Can't see, can't talk when you fuckin' wit the heart of New York
And that's fouler than swallowing pork
And to fuck with the feds, dog
You know I push the prowler to court
Tuns on my lap, got the east coast on my back, uh
[Verse 12]
How many times must I tell you motherfuckers?
We ain't industry ****
We in the streets, **** (You motherfuckin' right)
Ruff Ryders forever (Yeah)
Bitch, now what?
[Verse 13]
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)
[Verse 14]
Ruff Ryders
Double R motherfucker
Ruff Ryders
Written by: B. Jordan, Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Ignatius M. Jackson, James Anderson, Jason Andrews, Jason Phillips, Kasseem Dean, Scarface, Snoop Dogg
