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Ruff nigga, volume 2
We show the meaning of ryde or die
So all bullshit you talking, go head 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 enemies
I got'em looking for my solo album like kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry bout why I got mine on
I want new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on
Things ain't all good now
Cause some niggas 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 and some acd's
gon make me lay something down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and listen to 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 you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly go head really though
Go head you we hitting plenty of hos
Go you know we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we from y-o
Go truly though go head really though

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

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