Dmx - World War Iii lyrics

Ruff ryders, ruff ryders Ryde or die volume 2 (tugboats) It's the second time around motherf**er Volume 2 ryde or die b*atch Gangsta n***a and we gone rock this motherf**er We the square root of the motherf**ing street Double r you co*ks**ing sons of b**hes [swiss beatz (snoop dogg)] State yo name gangsta (big snoop dogg) Where you representing (westcoast) Yo gone hold it down (please believe it n***a) Enough said then n***a (hold on hold up b*atch) [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, n***a 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 n***as and these punk a** 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 (n***a) Lets go [yung wun] Shorty pop a lot, acting like you got a lot Wit all that fake ice on his watch, this n***a wanna get got Coming to my city wit all that hot sh** and his fake a** clit I'm a put something in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out sh** 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 b**h I'm the hardest You can hoot, hide and talk that sh** 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 k**ed down here I'm a ryde or die n***a, put something in yo eye n***a Get beside yourself and it's bye bye n***a When it come to glock co*king and drop popping I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops f** n***a [swiss beatz (scarface)] State yo name gangsta (scarface) Where you representing (motherf**ing southside) You gone hold it down (goddamn right) Enough said then n***a [scarface] Holly hos, scarface an? Bringing terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm I'm scaring motherf**ers 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 don't disrespect me n***a I'm the one these n***as 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 n***as think they can't be moved Realizing they don't scare n***as like they thank they do You f** wit me, I gots to f** wit you World war 3 motherf**er, I thought you knew [swiss beatz (jadakiss)] State yo name gangsta (jadakiss n***a) Where you representing (east coast dog) You gone hold it down (why wouldn't I) Enough said then n***a let's go [jadakiss] If you f**in 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 n***as 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 n***as sound sick and jada the remedy Get shot in yo eyes and mouth Can't see can't talk when you f**ing wit the heart of new york And that's fouler that swalling pork An don't f** 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 motherf**ers We ain't industry n***as We in-the-streets n***as We motherf**ing riders forever b**h 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 (b*atch) Motherf**er, ruff ryders, double r motherf**er, ruff ryders