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Ruff nigga, volume 2
We niggas 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
Cause I got'em looking for my solo like kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all niggas can on
Don't worry bout why I got mine on
I want some new shit, I want nothing that you can tell time on
Things all good right now
Cause some more niggas die an turn all you in the right now
Y'all can stop acting like that nigga j squeeze
all I got is misdeameanors and some acd's
Y'all gon me lay something down I promise
And wear scarmas and listen to carl thomas
running and hide and we coping more guns
An we coming outside cause somebody die

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

Now I y'all niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm y'all niggas that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry no doctor bill
It gone be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather fuck wit the
I pop and turn y'all like the optimum box
No paper feud, it's hate wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the zip up your crew
You wanna on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ruff tees, motherfucker please
You a nigga, want you stick to the skis
And I don't hear a raps 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 mouth ain't no the cops
I want my shit back cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm always
But the floor stay like hallway 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 speaking out of it it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, the drop
for the money, die for my niggas, run from 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 for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings 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 kidnapping a bitch