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World War III Lyrics

Album/Collection: Ryde Or Die Vol.2
Online Since: 07-Nov-2002
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(feat. Yung Wun/Snoop Dogg/Scarface/Jadakiss)

Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders 
Ryde or Die Volume 2 (Tugboats) 
It's the second time around motherfucker 
Volume 2 Ryde or Die Biatch 
Gangsta Nigga and we gone rock this motherfucker 
We the square root of the motherfucking street 
Double 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 official 
shine yo boots and load yo pistol 
pull out yo best credentals cause this will 
be the official for the fake tissue 
Doggy Dogg and Big Swissal, nigga blow the whistle 
Smoking on some bomebee to second hand smoke 
Will get you, hit you, and make you all get the picture 
When was the last time you seen me 
postin up while ?oastin up, while sippin on some remix 
Believe me it ain't easy been Diese 
wit these jealous rap niggas and these punk ass frizes 
Man I can remember at what they told me 
when I first came in the game thangs done changed 
Call it what you wanna, keep it on her 
Eastcoast, Long Beach, California spinning like a toner 
Banging on the corner, hot like a sauna 
Get 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 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 clit 
I'm a put something 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'm gone 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-on and down here bitch I'm the hardest 
You can hoot, hide and talk that shit 
I'm gone stay low and keep it real and shorty come up 
But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down here 
Watch you mouth boy, you might get killed down here 
I'm a ryde or die nigga, put something in yo eye nigga 
Get beside yourself and it's bye bye nigga 
When it come to glock cocking and drop popping 
I'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 

Holly hos, Scarface an? 
Bringing terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm 
I'm scaring motherfuckers straight wit my 
Guerilla tactics guranteeing 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, down on yo knees, plus I'm sicker 
Cause disrepected, you dont disrespect me nigga 
I'm the one these niggas call on when negotiations are halting 
and time come for the beating up the bosses 
Make them an offer that can't refuse, they don't comply 
when I walk out they stank these fools 
I guess these niggas think they can't be moved 
Realizing they don't scare niggas like they thank they do 
You fuck wit me, I gots to fuck wit you 
World 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 

If you fuckin wit the kiss you ain't gone breathe 
the only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve 
Sonny from Bronstail you can't leave 
get kissed on yo cheek then you meant to die 
Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise 
yo know my style 20 niggas wit 40 Cals 
Nine years ago you was hollering shorty wild 
Now I'm in the rap game twisting these hunnies out 
Never left the crack game still on a money route 
I run through the industry looking for enemies 
Y'all niggas sound sick and Jada the remedy 
get shot in yo eyes and mouth 
can't see can't talk when you fucking wit the heart of New York 
And that's fouler that swalling pork 
An don't 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 niggas 
We in-the-streets niggas 
We motherfucking riders forever bitch now what 

So 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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