[styles]
Ruff ryder n***a, volume 2
We show n***as the meaning of ryde or die
So all that bullsh** you talking, go head n***a
[jadakiss]
You don't gotta slap me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you gotta k** a n***a you love
But I'm gone deal wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my solo album like kennedy jr.
f** crush ice, go head and get your shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all n***as can climb on
Don't worry bout why I ain't got mine on
I want some new sh**, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on
Things ain't all good right now
Cause some more n***as die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like that n***a 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
[chorus]
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
[sheek]
Now I warned y'all n***as that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all n***as that I got my gun
Read to k**, don't worry bout no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather f** 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, motherf**er please
You a poke-a-nose n***a, want you stick to the skis
And I don't hear a n***a raps no more
So I don't bother to go in the store an cop y'all sh**
Only time I cop y'all sh** if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth ain't no calling the cops
I want my sh** back like cash flo and elian's pop
[chorus]
[styles]
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 a** 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 f**ing wit the savages, kicking the drop
Live for the money, die for my n***as, run from the law
Catch me smoking my weed or f**ing your who*e
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 sh**
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 b**h