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

You don't gotta me five or give me a hug
And it hurts you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone deal wit my sooner
Cause I got'em for my solo album like kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get shine on
I'm to cop rocks that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry bout why I ain't got on
I want some new shit, I don't want that you can tell 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 j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and some
Y'all gon me lay something down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and to carl thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping more
An we coming cause somebody gotta die

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

Now I warned y'all niggas sheek was the one
Now I'm y'all niggas that I got my gun
to kill, don't worry bout no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of those just yo clothes
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 hungry and let the morgue zip up crew
You wanna hope on our dicks and go whilly yo
And ruff ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, you stick to the skis
And I don't hear a nigga no more
So I don't bother to go in the store an cop shit
Only I cop y'all shit if lox on it
I you in yo mouth ain't no calling the cops
I want my back like cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm this
But the stay nasty like hallway piss
If you here the p spitting it's a ass song
When I die mama me wit street 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, kicking the
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run the law
me smoking my weed or fucking your whore
Push my whip to the limit kind of it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you
I feel for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this shit
I keep saying I'm gone quit after a couple of
But I stop building and I don't pop children
But I got no kidnapping a bitch