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Ruff nigga, volume 2
We show niggas the 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 when you kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my solo album like jr.
crush ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that 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 ain't all right now
Cause some more niggas die an all you in the hood right now
can stop acting like 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 wear scarmas and listen to carl
Puff running and hide and we coping more
An we coming outside somebody gotta die

Go head you know we plenty of dough
Go you know we lighting plenty of dro
Go you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly 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 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 fuck wit the
Cause I pop and turn y'all like the box
No paper feud, straight hate wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up your
You hope on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ruff ryder tees, please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you stick to the
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 you in yo mouth ain't no calling the cops
I want my shit back cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm always
But the floor stay nasty hallway piss
If you here the p spitting a deep ass song
When I die mama me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the 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 your whore
Push my whip to the limit of hoping it flip
Throw my to the tip kind of hoping you flip
I feel for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this hussling
I keep saying I'm gone quit a couple of bricks
But I can't building and I don't pop children
But I got no kidnapping a bitch