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

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

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

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

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