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Viewing Lyrics for World War Iii:
| | | Artist: | Snoop Doggy Dogg |
| | Album: | Ruff Ryders * Ryde Or Die Volume 2 | | Track: | World War Iii | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 4 | | | | Lyrics: | whispered]
Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
Ryde or Die - Volume 2
(Tugboats.. ehh,
it's over..)
[yelled]
Ahhh-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
It's the second time around
motherfucker! (YESS!)
Volume 2 - Ryde or Die, BIATCH!
Gangsta nigga 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 cocksuckin sons of
bitches!!
YEAH!!
[Swizz Beatz] (Snoop Dogg)
State yo' name gangsta (Big Snoop
Dogg.. bow wow!)
Where you representin? (West coast)
You gon' hold it down? (Please
believe it nigga)
Enough said then nigga (hold up.. BIATCH)
[Snoop Dogg]
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 fictitial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga 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 niggaz 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
Bangin on the corner,
hot like a sauna
so you best to back up off me or I kick this ? on ya
[Swizz Beatz]
(Yung Wun)
State yo' name yungsta (YUNG WUN!)
Where you representin? (ATL
SHAWTY!!)
You gon' hold it down? (DAMN RIGHT!!!)
Well nuff said then (Ease up,
nigga!)
(Man throw dem chains up!)
[Yung Wun]
Shorty pop a lot, actin 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 click
I'ma 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'ma
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-un 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 nigga, put somethin in your eye nigga
Get beside yourself it's bye bye
nigga
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 nigga
[Swizz Beatz] (Scarface)
State yo' name gangsta
(Scarface)
Where you representin? (Motherfuckin South)
You gon' hold it down? (You God
damn right)
Enough said then nigga
[Scarface]
Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don,
pullin the strings to your alarm
Bringin terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
I'm
scarin motherfuckers 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
nigga
I'm the one these niggaz 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 niggaz think they can't be
moved
Realizie they don't scare niggaz like they thank they do
You fuck wit me, I gots to
fuck wit you
World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew
[Swizz Beatz]
(Scarface)
State yo' name gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)
Where you representin? (East coast
dawg)
You gon' hold it down? (Why wouldn't I?)
Enough said then nigga (Let's
go)
(Let's go)
[Jadakiss]
If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon'
breathe
The only time I lick 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 niggaz 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 niggaz
sound sick and Jada the remedy
Get shot in yo' eyes and mouth
Can't see can't talk when
you fuckin wit the heart of New York
And that's fouler that swallowin pork
And to fuck wit
the feds dog
you know I push the prowler to court
Toast on my lap, got the East Coast on
my back, UH
[Swizz Beatz]
How many times must I tell you motherfuckers
We ain't
industry niggaz
We in-the-STREETS, niggaz - you motherfuckin right!
Ruff Ryders forever,
yeah bitch - now what?
[all together]
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!)
[ad libs for 8 seconds]
[Swizz
Beatz]
Yeah, Double R motherfuckers - Ruff Ryders | | | |
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