go head

Lyrics

, ruff ryder nigga, volume 2, we show niggas the meaning of ryde or die, so all that bullshit you talking, go head nigga, you don't gotta slap me five or give me a hug, and it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love, but i'm gone deal with my enemies sooner, cause i got'em looking for my solo album like kennedy jr. fuck crush ice, go head and get your shine on, i'm bout to cop rocks that y'all niggas can climb on, don't worry bout why i ain't got mine on, i want some new shit, i don't want nothing that you can tell time on, things ain't all good right now, cause some more niggas die it's turmoil in the hood right now, y'all can stop acting like that nigga j gone squeeze, cause all i got is misdeameanors and some acd's, y'all gon make me lay something down i promise, and puff wear scarmas and listen to carl thomas, fuck runnin and hidin, we copping 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 y'all niggas that sheek was the one, now i'm warning y'all niggas that i got my gun, read' to kill, don't worry bout no doctor bill, it ain't gone be one of those, just yo' casket closed, lox, nah you rather fuck with the cops, cause i'll pop and turn y'all like the optimum box, no pay-per-view, this trey-eight will do, some'in ugly and let the morgue zip up your crew, wanna hop on our dicks and go willie yo bikes, and wear ruff ryder tees, motherfucker please, you a pocanos nigga, why don't you stick to the skis, and i don't hear it in your raps no more, so i don't bother to go in the store an cop y'all shit, only time i cop y'all shit if lox on it, i shoot you in yo mouth ain't no calling the cops, i want my shit back like castro and elian's pop, i'm always that, i'm always this, but the floor stay nasty like hallway piss, if you here the p spitting it's a deep ass song, when i die mama bury me with street clothes on, cause drama be the therapy, the beef goes on, should've been speaking out of it makes it a lot, but i was fucking with 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 hustling shit, i keep saying i'm gone quit after a couple of bricks, but i can't stop building and i don't pop children, but i got no problem kidnapping a bitch,