Ruff ryder nigga, volume 2
We show niggas the meaning of ryde or die
So all that bullshit you talking, go head nigga
You dont gotta slap me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love
But Im gone deal wit my enemies sooner
Cause I gotem looking for my solo album like kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get your shine on Im bout to cop rocks that yall niggas can climb on Dont worry bout why I aint got mine on I want some new shit, I dont want nothing that you can tell time on Things aint all good right now
Cause some more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
Yall can stop acting like that nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and some acds
Yall gon make me lay something down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and listen to carl thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping more guns
An we coming outside cause somebody gotta die
Go head you know we getting plenty of dough
Go head you know we lighting plenty of dro
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though
Go head you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you know we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really though
Now I warned yall niggas that sheek was the one
Now Im warning yall niggas that I got my gun
Read to kill, dont worry bout no doctor bill
It aint gone be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather fuck wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn yall like the optimum box
No paper feud, its straight hate wit dude
So Im hungry and let the morgue zip up your crew
You wanna hope on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ruff ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you stick to the skis
And I dont hear a nigga raps no more
So I dont bother to go in the store an cop yall shit
Only time I cop yall shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth aint no calling the cops
I want my shit back like cash flo and elians pop
Im always that, Im always this
But the floor stay nasty like hallway piss
If you here the p spitting its a deep ass song
When I die mama bury me wit street clothes on Cause drama be the threapy, the beef goes on Shouldve been speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the drop
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my weed or fucking your whore
Push my whip to the limit kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you flip
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this hussling shit
I keep saying Im gone quit after a couple of bricks
But I cant stop building and I dont pop children
But I got no problem kidnapping a bitch