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

Go head you know we plenty of dough
Go head you know we plenty of dro
Go you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go 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 though go head 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 worry no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of those just yo casket
Lox, nah you rather wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn like the optimum box
No paper feud, it's straight hate wit
So I'm hungry and let the zip up your crew
You wanna on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you 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
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 back like cash flo and 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
Should've been 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 whore
Push my to the limit kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip of hoping you flip
I feel for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed about this hussling 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 a bitch