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

You gotta slap me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you gotta kill a you love
But I'm gone deal wit my sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my solo album kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that niggas can climb on
Don't worry why I ain't got mine on
I want some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell on
Things ain't all right now
Cause some more niggas die an all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting that nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and acd's
Y'all gon make me lay something down I
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 we getting plenty of dough
Go you know we lighting plenty of dro
Go head you know we from y-o
Go head though go head really though
Go you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we from y-o
Go truly though go head really though

Now I warned y'all that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all that I got my gun
to kill, don't worry bout no doctor bill
It ain't be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn y'all like the box
No paper feud, it's straight wit dude
So I'm and let the morgue zip up your crew
You wanna on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ruff ryder tees, please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you to the skis
And I hear a nigga raps no more
So I don't bother to go in the an cop y'all shit
Only time I cop y'all if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth no calling the cops
I want my back like cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm this
But the floor stay like hallway piss
If you here the p it's a deep ass song
When I die mama bury me wit clothes on
drama be the threapy, the beef goes on
Should've speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the
for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my weed or fucking your
Push my whip to the limit kind of it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you
I feel for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got feelings about this hussling shit
I keep saying I'm gone quit a couple of bricks
But I stop building and I don't pop children
But I got no problem a bitch