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

You don't slap me five or give me a hug
And it hurts you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone wit my enemies sooner
I got'em looking for my solo album like kennedy jr.
Fuck ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks 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 nothing you can tell time on
Things all good right now
Cause some niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop like that nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is and some acd's
Y'all gon me lay something down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and to carl thomas
Puff running and and we coping more guns
An we coming outside cause gotta die

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

Now I warned niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning niggas that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry no doctor bill
It gone be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you fuck wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn y'all like the box
No paper feud, it's hate wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up your
You wanna on our dicks 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 a nigga raps 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 shoot you in yo ain't no calling the cops
I my shit back like cash flo and elian's pop

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