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Ruff nigga, volume 2
We niggas the meaning of ryde or die
So all that you talking, go head nigga

You don't gotta slap me five or me a hug
And it hurts when you kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone deal wit my enemies
Cause I looking for my solo album like kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't bout why I ain't got mine on
I want some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can time on
Things ain't all right now
Cause some more die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like that nigga j gone
all I got is misdeameanors and some acd's
Y'all gon make me lay something I promise
And puff scarmas and listen to carl thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping more
An we coming outside cause somebody die

Go head you know we getting of dough
Go head you know we plenty of dro
Go head you know we coming y-o
Go head truly though go head really
Go you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we from y-o
Go head truly though go head really

Now I warned niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of those just yo casket
Lox, nah you rather wit the cops
I pop and turn y'all like the optimum box
No feud, it's straight hate wit dude
So I'm and let the morgue zip up your crew
You wanna hope on our and go whilly yo bikes
And ruff ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you stick to the
And I don't hear a nigga raps no
So I don't bother to go in the store an cop y'all
Only time I cop y'all if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth ain't no calling the
I want my shit back cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm this
But the floor stay nasty hallway piss
If you here the p spitting it's a deep ass
When I die mama bury me wit street on
Cause be the threapy, the beef goes on
Should've speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run the law
Catch me smoking my weed or your whore
Push my whip to the kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but for myself
So I got mixed feelings about hussling shit
I keep saying I'm quit after a couple of bricks
But I can't stop building and I pop children
But I got no kidnapping a bitch