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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 gotta slap me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone deal wit my sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my solo like kennedy jr.
crush ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry why I ain't got mine on
I want some new shit, I want nothing that you can tell time on
Things ain't all right now
Cause some more niggas die an turn all you in the hood now
Y'all can stop acting that nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and acd's
gon make me lay something down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and listen to carl
Puff running and hide and we coping guns
An we outside cause somebody gotta 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 though go head really though
Go you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go really though

Now I y'all niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning niggas that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't bout no doctor bill
It ain't be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather fuck wit the
Cause I pop and y'all like the optimum box
No paper feud, it's hate wit dude
So I'm and let the morgue zip up your crew
You wanna on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a nigga, want 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 shoot you in yo ain't no calling the cops
I want my shit back cash flo and elian's pop

I'm that, I'm always this
But the floor stay nasty hallway piss
If you here the p spitting a deep ass song
When I die mama bury me wit clothes on
Cause be the threapy, the beef goes on
Should've 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 smoking my weed or fucking your
Push my whip to the limit of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip of hoping you flip
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this shit
I saying I'm gone quit after a couple of bricks
But I stop building and I don't pop children
But I got no problem kidnapping a