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

You don't gotta slap me or give me a hug
And it hurts when you kill a nigga you love
But I'm deal wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em for my solo album 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 bout why I ain't got mine on
I want new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on
Things all good right now
Cause some more die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can acting like that nigga j gone squeeze
all I got is misdeameanors and some acd's
Y'all gon make me lay something I promise
And wear scarmas and listen to carl thomas
running and hide and we coping more guns
An we coming outside somebody gotta die

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

Now I warned y'all that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all niggas I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry bout no bill
It ain't gone be one of those yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you fuck wit the cops
Cause I pop and y'all like the optimum box
No paper feud, it's straight 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 tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, you stick to the skis
And I don't hear a nigga raps no
So I bother to go in the store an cop y'all shit
Only time I cop 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 floor stay nasty like hallway
If you here the p spitting it's a deep ass
When I die bury me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the beef on
Should've been out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, the drop
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run the law
Catch me smoking my or fucking your whore
Push my whip to the limit of hoping it flip
Throw my to the tip kind of hoping you flip
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but happy for
So I got mixed feelings about this hussling
I keep saying I'm gone quit after a couple of
But I stop building and I don't pop children
But I got no kidnapping a bitch