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

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

Now I y'all niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all niggas 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 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 zip up your crew
You hope on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ruff ryder tees, motherfucker
You a poke-a-nose nigga, you stick to the skis
And I hear a nigga raps no more
So I don't 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 no calling the cops
I my shit back like cash flo and elian's pop

I'm that, I'm always this
But the floor stay like hallway piss
If you here the p spitting it's a ass song
When I die mama bury me wit street on
Cause drama be the threapy, the beef 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
Catch me smoking my weed or fucking your
Push my to the limit kind of hoping it flip
my clip to the tip kind of hoping you flip
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but for myself
So I got mixed about this hussling shit
I keep saying I'm gone quit after a of bricks
But I can't stop and I don't pop children
But I got no kidnapping a bitch