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letra de ww iii - jadakiss

ruff ryders, ruff ryders
ryde or die – volume 2
(tugboats.. ehh, it’s over..)
ahhh-hahahahahahaha!!
it’s the second time around motherf-cker! (yess!)
volume 2 – ryde or die, biatch!
gangsta n-gga and we gon’ rock this motherf-cker, you dig me?
(fo’ sho’ baby!) we the square root of the motherf-ckin streets!
(fo’ sho’ baby!) double r, you c-cksuckin sons of b-tches!!
yeah!!
state yo’ name gangsta (big snoop dogg.. bow wow!)
where you representin? (west coast)
you gon’ hold it down? (please believe it n-gga)
enough said then n-gga (hold up.. biatch)
mmm, let’s make this official
shine yo’ boots and load yo’ pistols
pull out yo best credentials cause thislll
be the official for the fict-tial
doggy dogg and big swizzll, n-gga blow the whistle
smokin on some bomb-beeda secondhand smoke
will 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 been deezy (nah it ain’t)
wit these jealous rap n-ggas and these punk -ss 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
bangin on the corner, hot like a sauna
so you best to back up off me or i kick this ? on ya
state yo’ name yungsta (yung wun!)
where you representin? (atl shawty!)
you gon’ hold it down? (d-mn right!)
well nuff said then (ease up, n-gga!)
(man throw dem treys up!)
shorty pop a lot, actin like you got a lot
wit all that fake ice on his watch, this n-gga wanna get got
coming to my city wit all that hot sh-t and his fake -ss cl!ck
i’ma put somethin in him and bust his wig, i’m on some thugged out sh-t
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; d-mn right, i get r-t-rded
i’m a yung-un and down here, b-tch i’m the hardest
you can hoot, hide and talk that sh-t
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 k!lled down here
i’m a ryde or die n-gga, put somethin in your eye n-gga
get beside yourself it’s bye bye n-gga
when it come to glock c-ckin and drop poppin
i’m the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops f-ck n-gga
state yo’ name gangsta (scarface)
where you representin? (motherf-ckin south)
you gon’ hold it down? (you god d-mn right)
enough said then n-gga
heidi-hoe! scarface and don, pullin the strings to your alarm
bringin terror wit this beretta, i clutch in my palm
i’m scarin motherf-ckers straight wit mine
guerilla tactics, guranteein 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, so down on yo knees, cause i’m sicker
don’t disrepect it, you don’t disrespect me n-gga
i’m the one these n-ggas call on; when negotiations are halted
and 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
fool, i guess these n-ggas think they can’t be moved
realizie they don’t scare n-ggas like they thank they do
you f-ck wit me, i gots to f-ck wit you
world war 3 motherf-cker, i thought you knew
state yo’ name gangsta (jadakiss n-gga)
where you representin? (east coast dawg)
you gon’ hold it down? (why wouldn’t i?)
enough said then n-gga (let’s go)
(let’s go)
if you f-ckin wit the ‘kiss, you ain’t gon’ breathe
the only time i l!ck 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 n-ggas 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 looking for enemies
y’all n-ggas sound sick and jada the remedy
get shot in yo’ eyes and mouth
can’t see can’t talk when you f-ckin wit the heart of new york
and that’s fouler that swallowin pork
and to f-ck wit the feds dog
you know i push the prowler to court
toast on my lap, got the east coast on my back, uh
how many times must i tell you motherf-ckers
we ain’t industry n-ggas
we in-the-streets, n-ggas – you motherf-ckin right!
ruff ryders forever, yeah b-tch – 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 (mid west!)
so ryde.. or.. die.. you want it, we give it (ruff ryders!)
so ryde.. or.. die.. you start it, we end it (biatch!)
yeah, double r motherf-ckers – ruff ryders

- jadakiss

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