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

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

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

Now I warned y'all niggas that 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 those just yo clothes
Lox, nah you rather wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn 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 dicks and go whilly yo
And wear ruff ryder tees, please
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 I cop y'all shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth ain't no calling the
I want my back 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 it's a deep ass song
When I die mama 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
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run the law
me smoking my weed or fucking your whore
Push my whip to the limit kind of hoping it
Throw my to the tip kind of hoping you flip
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but happy for
So I got feelings about this hussling shit
I saying I'm gone quit after a couple of bricks
But I can't stop building and I don't pop
But I got no problem kidnapping a