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Ryde or Die, Volume 3: In the R We Trust
01. Intro
02. Dirrty
03. They Ain't Ready
04. U, Me & She
05. Cali Love (Skit)
06. Eastside Ryders
07. Rock Bottom
08. We Don't Give a Fuck
09. Some South Shit
10. Street Team
11. Put It In Your Hole (skit)
12. Shoot'em In Tha Head
13. Keep Hustin'
14. Gonna Be Sumthin
15. Friend of Mine
16. Can't Let Go
17. Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle
Yo, come on, man. The fuck up, man. I wouldn't even
Be in here if it wasn't for your fuckin' ass, man
I don't know what you talkin' about
Look at my motherfuckin' face, nigga
Your face wouldn't look like that if your fuckin'
Ass wouldn'ta put that shit in your hole
Officer, can I get a phone call, please?
Fuck outta here, man
Officer! Fuckin' asshole. Got me twisted, I don't believe this shit

Earlier that evening

Don't blow that shit on me, man. Get that shit the fuck outta here
You always wanna get high, nigga
Nigga, I stays high, ride or die, man, what you talkin' about?
Ride or die
You hear that? Do you hear that?
Yeah, it sound like sirens, baby

Fuck you mean it sound like sirens? Yes, it is sirens
Oh, that's the five-oh, oh, hold on, baby
Man, what the fuck, put that shit out, man

Put this out? I'll put it in your ashtray
Well, don't put that shit in my ashtray, put that shit in your hole
My hole? What hole you talkin' about?
Motherfucker, put that shit in your motherfuckin'
Asshole, man, I'ma fuckin' put that shit in your hole
You can't be motherfuckin' serious. I'm bustin' my gun, fuck that
Bust your gun?
Yeah, nigga, we bust our guns, ride or die
Nigga, you wouldn't bust a fart in a disco, you bitch-
Ass nigga, what the fuck, put that shit in your hole, man

Man, ain't nothin' goin' in my hole

What the fuck? Man, listen, you gonna take this
Motherfuckin' shit and I'm gonna put this shit
I'ma kick your fuckin' ass, put that shit in your hole

Good afternoon, gentlemen. Can I see your driver's
License, your registration, and your insurance, please?
Oh, shit. What, what, what did I do? Why you pullin' me over, officer?
Well, first of all, you were goin' seventy-
Three in a twenty-five mile an hour zone

Seventy-three? This shit ain't even, this shit ain't even
Yes, absolutely. Wait a minute, this doesn't
Look like you. Where are your glasses?
I got contacts, what do you mean where my glasses at?
Uh, gentlemen, do you have any drugs or guns in the car?
No, come on, officer, don't, don't, don't
Take the keys out of the ignition
Why we gotta do all that, officer? Let
Me see your badge, let me see your ID

Peel off, peel off