WW III
Ruff Ryders f/ Yung Wun, Snoop Dogg, Jadakiss & Scarface

Swizz Beatz: State yo name gangsta
Snoop Dogg: Big Snoop Dogg, bow-wow
Swizz Beatz: Where you representin'?
Snoop Dogg: West coast
Swizz Beatz: You gon' hold it down?
Snoop Dogg: Please believe it nigga
Swizz Beatz: Nuff said then nigga
Snoop Dogg: Hold up, hold up, biatch

(Snoop Dogg)
Let's make this official
Shine ya boots an' load ya pistols
Pull out yo best credentials
'Cause this'll be the official for the fictitial
Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll
Nigga blow the whistle
Smokin' on some bomb-beeda
Secondhand smoke'll get ya, hit ya, 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
Wit these jealous rap nigga 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 hell up on ya

Swizz Beatz: State yo' name youngsta
Yung Wun: Yung Wun
Swizz Beatz: Where you representin?
Yung Wun: ATL shawty
Swizz Beatz: You gon' hold it down?
Yung Wun: Damn right
Swizz Beatz: Well nuff said then
Yung Wun: Ease up, nigga
                  Man throw dem tres 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
Comin' 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 ya at boy
Hold up, I'm cold hearted
Damn right, I get retarded
I'm a young-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: State yo' name gangsta
Scarface: Scarface
Swizz Beatz: Where you representin'?
Scarface: Motherfuckin' South
Swizz Beatz: You gon' hold it down?
Scarface: You God damn right
Swizz Beatz: Enough said then nigga

(Scarface)
Hi-ho
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 niggas call on
When negotiations are halted, an' the time comes for the beatin' of the bosses
Make 'em an offer that they can't refuse
They don't comply when I'm about to stank these fools
Fool
I guess these niggas think they can't be moved
Realize they don't scare niggas like they think they do
You fuck wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
World War III motherfucker
I thought you knew

Swizz Beatz: State yo' name gangsta
Jadakiss: Jadakiss nigga
Swizz Beatz: Where you representin'?
Jadakiss: East coast dawg
Swizz Beatz: You gon' hold it down?
Jadakiss: Why wouldn't I?
Swizz Beatz: Enough said then nigga
Jadakiss: 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
Ya'll niggas sound sick an' Jada the remedy
Get shot in ya eyes and 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, uh

(Swizz Beatz)
How many times must I tell you motherfuckers
We ain't industry niggas
We in the streets niggas
Ruff Ryders forever
Yeah bitch
Now what?

(All)
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)