Ryde Or Die: Vol.2

[trick] one

[yung wun]
Y'all done fucked up now
Oh shit
Ryde or die nigga

Its yung wun with the big gun
What you gon do boy
You betta sit down boy we don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, i'ma leave ya bloody, lil bloody
Don't play with the gun smoke
For the east to the west coast
Nigga get ??? no problem barry
You no cemetery, home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man to come home
It's a three be like that
Tell his ass to come right back
To the block with a gat
Standin out in the track with a bumma hard
Bummin weed into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby, cause i be wilder, big baller, call up with quarter
Trying to make a few ??? be borowing from the police
Never wanna follow
And parlor (that's shit)
And it ain't no stoppin it
Y'all niggas from ??? ain't lockin it

[chorus: repeat 2x]

Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what
Put em up, put em up, p-p-put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

[trick daddy]
Look, i'm slippin right behind ya nigga
Don't try to hide cause i'll find ya nigga
I'm representin big county nigga
I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas
Don't eva try me nigga
Don't try to run no bull shit like that ??? nigga
You know i'ma a fool for this
I gots two for this
I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this
Them daddy dollars y'all
My shit harder dog
Im from the city of caprise and them parlors y'all
Ima go and kill this nigga
Kiss above this realest nigga
First nigga to take you to the bar and now you feel this nigga
The respect you gotta give us
Slip-n-slide and ruff ryders nigga
And all yo money can't buy this nigga
My exctacy got me wilin nigga
I'm twice that body nigga
About 100 miles an hour nigga

[swizz beatz]
Trick daddy, trick daddy
Yung wun, yung wun
Yo, ball out

[chorus: repeat 2x]

Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put em up what
Put em up, put em up, p-p-put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

[yung wun]
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh
Wait a minute god damnit y'all done fucked up now
Y'all gotta nigga from the a on the ruff ryde
Representin from the south
In a glass ???
This man got cash in mind
On the cash route
Niggas there with they ass out
Talkin bout yung wun's a bitch (man)
That ds clique
Ima bout to pitch a fuckin fit
And start blowin this bitch
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in georgia
Six hours from florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where im from
Problems gon get solved
By getting robbed
Causin tear drops and closed caskets
On tha glasses
Get beside theyself
And soficate from plastic
Face down on a mattress

[chorus: repeat 5x]

Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
Y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what
Put em up, put em up, p-p-put em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up

Yeah
L o x nigga
It don't stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin
Motherfuckers

[styles paniro]
You heard it from the p, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
Cuz when these bullets hit your ass i'm like it's only a gat
I need a funeral to feel good, i'm hopin it's yours
Think you delicious, heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday styles, bitch i broke most of the laws
Fuck with the poor, so flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to give it a slue
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, i start most of the shit
When i squeeze aint no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room when the hear the p blowin his whis
I'm an ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say i'm better than niggas
You think not, i'll look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name
So i can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, i'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but i'm bigger than y'all
If i left the gun home, i'ma give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, i can't give you the lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife

[chorus: jadakiss and styles]
[jadakiss:] uh huh, holiday
[styles:] i gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
[j:] holiday
[s:] and i don't care if i sell, y'all know what i sell
[j:] holiday
[s:] i use my left hand when i'm loadin the shells
[j:] holiday
[s:] cuz i know it aint right, that's why i'm blowin a l

[styles paniro]
Yo, i do it all for my niggas, even rob wit a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my last
It's a million dollar bail, i'ma get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, i live in the past
You know the p carry the gun, live in the mask
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like malibu and pineapple, fifty's of hash
Hundred's of dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the dog
I'm holiday styles, and that's what the weaponry for
And i probably won't blow for the fact that i'm hard
But i'm good with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the cards
But jail aint part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale cuz i feel i get further with grams
In my last few bars, i run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his casket cut
I don't deal with the snakes and fakes
But i deal with the comas and wakes, i don't make mistakes
Double r now bitch you oughta know i'ma ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke

[chorus]

[busta rhymes:]

Attention please, attention please
Can i have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff ryder, flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another headbanger

[swizz beats:]

Swizz beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the mp so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and busta keep it tight like liposucion
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches
You got that whodie, i'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, i know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money
Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or die volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black mozart, oh!

[chorus: busta rhymes]

(ohhhh), now come on
(screeeam), jump baby come on
Get your hands up, (what!), now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, (what!)
Now let me walk you through it
(ohhhh), now come on
(screeeam), jump baby come on
Get your hands up, (what!), now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, (what!)
Now let me walk you through it

[busta rhymes:]

Y'all niggas try to front, i'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta rhymes, flipmode represent
For the ruff ryder, and my nigga swizz
And we gonna be here to present
Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you bounce how poncho will play the congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From new york to colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow
Open up your mouth, i got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
Yo, the general busta busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

[chorus]

[swizz beats:]

Listen, flipmode and ruff ryders bang out hits
S-w-i two z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks
Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
(yo swizz, i heard you stole), whoa! listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man
See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, i'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in here

[chorus: 3x]

New york, they ain't ready for it
A-t-l, they ain't ready for it
Oh, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it
Whoa, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it
My ladies
Millenium
Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that

[sheek]
Soon as i cop the nine, i pop the nine
When i take it out the box, i represent lox
Now when i flow, you hit the rewind button
So i charge out more, want it all at the door
Fuck heat, sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little foreman grill?
How its gon' look when i come through your block?
Sheek, funk doc, meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin how high (how high)
Yeah, can y'all see that (see that)
Bitch you can call me what you want, 'cuz i'll be dat (be dat)
Get off my dick, i don't care about no jewels
Long as the condo's paid and the truck i choose
I'm tellin y'all niggas, if its not double r
I'ma spell my name out on the side of your car

[chorus:]

Come and ruff ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on nooooowwwww
Come and ruff ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on nooooowwwww

[redman]
I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw when i ride
I glow like the pegs in lite-brite
3000 bolts of lightening when fly the right kite
Me and meth be hennesey, two ice cubes
We can draw (choose your weapons) or do i choose?
When i choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this move and pick
My avalanche it came with, ten feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half eskimo
My flows move like endo
Turn ten nickels into ten loads, outta ten stoves
Ride the crash course, do the math on it
Swizz beats you can ride amtrak on it
But i'm on it, grillin with george foreman
Ya peeps is at the grammy awards cornin
The ice, the fat wallet son, i won it
In the helicopter, warmin before morning
Def jam nigga, redman nigga, doc
Fuck ya momma on my sweat band nigga
You tough guys will get smacked in the club
With the gun i bought from mack in the club
Its p-p-p from bricks to brook-nam (come on)
Bring me some more ass to whoop on

[chorus]

[method man]
Look what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
Scoop of high yellow cinderella, meth forever
Never rush a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine
But if i have to, i have to, its all in the mind
I stay ahead of time while y'all fallin behind
Tryin to relight ya lime, its a crime when i drop ??? design
That tick it, tick boom, blow your mind
Yeah me, m-e-t, h, the o, the d
Can't be done like tryin to find a penny in the sea
Nigga run for cover son go and get them guns
Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and gettin ones
Swizz beat the track in the head, but i instead
Pull my ?dart gun? and bust sixteen until its dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
Yellin wu-tang, wu-tang

[chorus]

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

[scarface]
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

[jadakiss]
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

I'm pushin for the single yo, c'mon
Yo lock the door, uh huh
Ya heard, uh, uh
C'mon, yeah
Y'all know who it is, or should i say what it is
Uh, uh

[verse 1]
All drag do is fuck bitches, and drain his body
Kickin bitches out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
A bitch'll never get me pump, i make niggas pump iv
I'm the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin me
Make them think the car drivin itself, and i'm in the passenger seat
Signal lights, stashbox, a package of d
Drag dash, i'm happy to be
On, this rap shit is like a jacket to me
I wear it with cracks in my sleeves
So i keep it on, don't never take my jacket off cuz my shit be gone
What are you, lost your mind?
It took my time to cut these dimes
So i could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines
Dip the t t in polish watch the shoe shine
Slip in the tunnel with a banger in my bootline
All it takes is the finger to make a sour sit, linger
Double r is hard, the rest of y'all is r & b singers

[chorus 2x:]
Weed
That's what we smokin up
Hoes
That's what we pokin up
Dough
That's what we foldin up
That's all we know about

[verse 2]
I got more bullets in my clip, than chocolate got in chip
I got more bitches suckin dick, than niggas smokin niks
I got more shit up in my whip, than most niggas got in cribs
I got more, blocks of raw while y'all tryin to stop wars
Coward nigga lock your doors
I'll come through with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show y'all what a mouth's for
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, i mean wheelchair
Cuz drag is real fair, it's all real here
I own more buildings on my block, than real estate, philly ave
Hit ten niggas i'm tryin to see mils like billy gates
Cuz me in philly rollin dutches
Me and eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off bitches' weaves
Double r, pop niggas, make niggas bleed
Fiends come to me my top rock's been asleep
Seven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under me
Now that's a foot left, you shouldn't have took that step

[chorus]

[verse 3]
I know y'all wish y'all woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we cock it then pop it
Make 'em holler and swallow
Niggas stop it, catch it, all up in his jacket
I'm not a stingy nigga, i'll let a nigga have it
Hate chips that go away, lookin like white coke
Sit in the sun long, come back like french toast
Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is brown
Used to frown, now you smile, nigga must have left you now
Went from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
Went from keys to the coke, went from coke to the dope
Went from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gats
Went from slums to the stats, been to london and back
Me change cuz i rap, i can't do it
I went from muggin y'all to payin niggas to do it
It's all the same stupid
I got cake on cake, cuz i went from pow to pow
Wit my family, two r's, ryde or die

[chorus]