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Ruff nigga, volume 2
We show niggas the meaning of 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 a nigga you love
But I'm deal wit my enemies sooner
Cause I looking for my solo album like kennedy jr.
crush ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all can climb on
Don't worry bout why I got mine on
I want some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell on
Things ain't all good now
Cause some more niggas die an turn all you in the right now
Y'all can stop acting like that j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is and some acd's
Y'all gon make me lay down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and to carl thomas
Puff running and hide and we coping more
An we coming cause somebody gotta die

Go head you we getting plenty of dough
Go head you know we plenty of dro
Go you know we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go really though
Go head you we hitting plenty 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 warned y'all niggas sheek was the one
Now I'm y'all niggas that I got my gun
to kill, don't worry bout no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of those yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather fuck wit the
Cause I pop and turn y'all like the box
No paper feud, it's straight hate wit
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, motherfucker
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you stick to the
And I don't a nigga raps no more
So I bother to go in the store an cop y'all shit
Only time I cop shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo ain't no calling the cops
I want my shit back like cash flo and pop

I'm always that, I'm this
But the floor stay like hallway piss
If you the p spitting it's a deep ass song
I die mama bury 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 fucking whore
my whip to the limit kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you
I sorry 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 building and I don't pop children
But I got no problem a bitch