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    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 wit 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 an turn all you 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
    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 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 clothes
    Lox, nah you rather fuck wit the cops
    Cause I pop and turn y'all like the optimum box
    No paper feud, it's straight hate wit dude
    So I'm 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 don't hear a nigga 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 cash flo 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 wit street clothes on
    Cause drama be the threapy, the beef goes on
    should've 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 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

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