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

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

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

Now I y'all niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm y'all niggas that 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 fuck wit the
I pop and turn y'all like the optimum box
No paper feud, it's hate wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up your
You wanna hope on our and go whilly yo bikes
And ruff ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you to the skis
And I hear a nigga raps no more
So I bother to go in the store an cop y'all shit
time I cop y'all shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth ain't no calling the
I want my shit 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
I die mama bury me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the beef on
Should've been speaking out of it it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, the drop
for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my or fucking your whore
Push my whip to the kind of hoping it flip
my clip to the tip kind of hoping you flip
I feel for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed about this hussling shit
I keep saying I'm gone quit a couple of bricks
But I can't stop and I don't pop children
But I got no problem a bitch