| Ruff Ryder Nigga, Volume 2
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| We show niggas the meaning of ryde or die
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| So all that bullshit you talking, go head nigga
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| (Jadakiss)
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| You don’t gotta slap me five or give me a hug
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| And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love
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| But I’m gone deal wit my enemies sooner
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| Cause I got’em looking for my solo album like Kennedy Jr
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| Fuck crush ice, go head and get your shine on
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| I’m bout to cop rocks that y’all niggas can climb on
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| Don’t worry bout why I ain’t got mine on
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| I want some new shit, I don’t want nothing that you can tell time on
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| Things ain’t all good right now
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| Cause some more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
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| Y’all can stop acting like that nigga J gone squeeze
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| Cause all I got is misdeameanors and some ACD’s
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| Y’all gon make me lay something down I promise
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| And Puff wear scarmas and listen to Carl Thomas
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| Fuck runnin and hidin, we copping more guns
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| An we coming outside cause somebody gotta die
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| Go head you know we getting plenty of Dough
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| Go head you know we lighting plenty of dro
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| Go head you know we coming from Y-O
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| Go head truly though Go head really though
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| Go Head you know we hitting plenty of hoes
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| Go head you know we ripping plenty of shows
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| Go head you know we coming from Y-O
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| Go head truly though Go head really though
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| (Sheek)
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| Now I warned y’all niggas that Sheek was the one
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| Now I’m warning y’all niggas that I got my gun
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| Read' to kill, don’t worry bout no doctor bill
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| It ain’t gone be one of those, just yo' casket closed
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| LOX, nah you rather fuck wit the cops
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| Cause I’ll pop and turn y’all like the optimum box
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| Mo pay-per-view, this trey-eight will do
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| Some’in ugly and let the morgue zip up your crew
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| Wanna hope on our dicks and go Wheele yo bikes
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| And wear Ruff Ryder tees, motherfucker please
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| You a Pocanos nigga, why don’t you stick to the skis
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| And I don’t hear a nigga raps no more
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| So I don’t bother to go in the store an cop y’all shit
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| Only time I cop y’all shit if Lox on it
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| I shoot you in yo mouth ain’t no calling the cops
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| I want my shit back like Castro and Elian’s pop
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| (Styles)
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| I’m always that, I’m always this
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| But the flow stay nasty like hallway piss
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| If you here the P spitting it’s a deep ass song
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| When I die mama bury me wit street clothes on
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| Cause drama be the threapy, the beef goes on
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| Should’ve been speaking Arabic mixing salat
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| But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the drop
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| Live for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
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| Catch me smoking my weed or fucking your whore
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| Push my whip to the limit kind of hoping it flip
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| Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you flip
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| I feel sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
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| So I got mixed feelings about this hustling shit
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| I keep saying I’m gone quit after a couple of bricks
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| But I can’t stop building and I don’t pop children
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| But I got no problem kidnapping a bitch |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Head, artist - Ruff Ryders. Album song Ryde Or Die Vol. II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп