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

You don't gotta me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you
But I'm gone wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my solo album kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get your on
I'm bout to cop that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry bout why I got mine on
I some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on
Things all good right now
some more 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 misdeameanors and some
Y'all gon make me lay something down I
And puff wear scarmas and listen to thomas
Puff running and and we coping more guns
An we coming outside cause somebody 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 head you know we hitting of hos
Go head you know we ripping of shows
Go you know we coming from y-o
Go truly though go head really though

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

I'm always that, I'm this
But the floor nasty like hallway piss
If you here the p spitting it's a ass song
When I die bury me wit street clothes on
Cause 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
for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my weed or your whore
my whip to the limit kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of you flip
I sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this hussling
I keep saying I'm gone after a couple of bricks
But I can't stop building and I don't pop
But I got no problem a bitch