paroles de chanson WW III - Snoop Dogg , Scarface , Ruff Ryders , Yung Wun , Jadakiss
Ruff
Ryders,
Ruff
Ryders
Ryde
or
die,
Volume
2
Tugboats,
ehh,
it's
over
It's
the
second
time
around,
motherfucker,
yes
Volume
2,
Ryde
or
die,
biatch
Gangsta,
nigga
an'
we
gon'
rock
this
motherfucker,
you
dig
me?
We
the
square
root
of
the
motherfuckin'
streets!
Double
R,
you
cocksuckin'
sons
of
bitches,
yeah
State
yo'
name,
gangsta,
Big
Snoop
Dogg
Where
you
representin?
West
coast
You
gon'
hold
it
down?
Please
believe
it,
nigga
Enough
said
then
nigga,
hold
up,
biatch
Mmm,
let's
make
this
official
Shine
yo'
boots
an'
load
yo'
pistols,
pull
out
yo
best
credentials
'Cause
this'll
be
the
official
for
the
ficticial
Doggy
Dogg
an'
Big
Swizz'll,
nigga,
blow
the
whistle
Smokin'
on
some
bomb-beeda
secondhand
smoke
Will
getcha,
hitcha
an'
make
you
all
get
the
picture
Dig
this,
when
was
the
last
time
you
seen
me
Posted
up,
West
coasted
up
an'
sippin'
on
some
Remi?
Believe
me,
it
ain't
easy
been
Deezy
Wit
these
jealous
rap
niggaz
an'
these
punk
ass
breezies
Man,
I
couldn't
remember
what
they
told
me
When
I
first
came
in
the
game
but
things
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
straight
up
on
ya
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
Shorty
pop
a
lot,
actin'
like
you
got
a
lot
Wit
all
that
fake
ice
on
his
watch,
this
nigga
wanna
get
got
Comin'
to
my
city
wit
all
that
hot
shit
an'
his
fake
ass
click
I'ma
put
somethin'
in
him
an'
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
an'
down
here,
bitch,
I'm
the
hardest
You
can
hoot,
hide
an'
talk
that
shit
I'ma
stay
low,
keep
it
real
an'
sho'
to
come
up
But
when
I
bite
you
gon'
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'
an'
drop
poppin'
I'm
the
first
to
hit
the
block
An"
go
to
war
wit
the
cops,
fuck,
nigga
State
yo'
name
gangsta,
Scarface
Where
you
representin'?
Motherfuckin'
South
You
gon'
hold
it
down?
You
goddamn
right
Enough
said
then,
nigga
Heidi
hoe,
Scarface
an'
Don,
pullin'
the
strings
to
your
alarm
Bringin'
terror
wit
this
Baretta,
I
clutch
in
my
palm
I'm
scarin'
motherfuckers
straight
wit
mine
Guerrilla
tactics,
guranteein'
my
enemy
die
It's
a
worldwide
army
alert
for
all
soldiers
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
disrespect
it,
you
don't
disrespect
me,
nigga
I'm
the
one
these
niggaz
call
on
when
negotiations
are
halted
An'
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
I
guess
these
niggaz
think
they
can't
be
moved
Realize
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
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
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
lookin'
for
enemies
Y'all
niggaz
sound
sick
an'
Jada
the
remedy
Get
shot
in
yo'
eyes
an'
mouth
Can't
see
can't
talk
when
you
fuckin'
wit
the
heart
of
New
York
An'
that's
fouler
that
swallowin'
pork
An'
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
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?
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,
Midwest
So
Ryde
or
die,
you
want
it,
we
give
it,
Ruff
Ryders
So
Ryde
or
die,
you
start
it,
we
end
it,
biatch
Ruff
Ryders,
Ruff
Ryders
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