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Ruff nigga, volume 2
We show the meaning 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 gotta kill a nigga you
But I'm gone wit my enemies sooner
Cause I looking for my solo album like kennedy jr.
Fuck ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry bout why I ain't got on
I some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on
Things all good right now
Cause some more niggas die an all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like that j gone squeeze
all I got is misdeameanors and some acd's
Y'all gon make me lay something I promise
And puff wear scarmas and to carl thomas
running and hide and we coping more guns
An we outside cause somebody gotta die

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

Now I warned y'all niggas sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all niggas I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry no doctor bill
It ain't be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you fuck wit the cops
Cause I pop and y'all like the optimum box
No paper feud, straight 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 wear ruff ryder tees, please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, you stick to the skis
And I don't hear a nigga no more
So I don't bother to go in the an cop y'all shit
Only time I cop shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo ain't no calling the cops
I want my shit like cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm this
But the floor stay nasty like piss
If you here the p spitting it's a deep ass
I die mama bury me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the beef on
been speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run the law
Catch me smoking my or fucking your whore
Push my whip to the kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip of hoping you flip
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this shit
I keep I'm gone quit after a couple of bricks
But I can't building and I don't pop children
But I got no problem kidnapping a