[Intro: Styles P]
Ruff Ryder, nigga, volume two
We show niggas the meaning of "Ryde or Die"
So all that bullshit you talking, go 'head, nigga
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
You don't gotta slap me five or gimme a hug
And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'ma deal with my enemies sooner
'Cause I got'em looking for my solo album like Kennedy Jr.
Fuck crushed 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 died, it's turmoil in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like that nigga J won't squeeze
'Cause all I got is misdemeanors and some ACDs
Y'all gon' make me lay something down, I promise
And we puff wild scamas and listen to Carl Thomas
Fuck runnin' and hidin', we coppin' more guns
And we coming outside 'cause somebody gotta die
[Chorus]
Go 'head, you know we gettin' plenty of dough
Go 'head, you know we lightin' plenty of 'dro
Go 'head, you know we comin' from Y-O
Go 'head, truly yours, go 'head, really though
Go 'head, you know we hittin' plenty of hoes
Go 'head, you know we rippin' plenty of shows
Go 'head, you know we comin' from Y-O
Go 'head, truly yours, go 'head, really though, go 'head
Ruff Ryder, nigga, volume two
We show niggas the meaning of "Ryde or Die"
So all that bullshit you talking, go 'head, nigga
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
You don't gotta slap me five or gimme a hug
And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'ma deal with my enemies sooner
'Cause I got'em looking for my solo album like Kennedy Jr.
Fuck crushed 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 died, it's turmoil in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like that nigga J won't squeeze
'Cause all I got is misdemeanors and some ACDs
Y'all gon' make me lay something down, I promise
And we puff wild scamas and listen to Carl Thomas
Fuck runnin' and hidin', we coppin' more guns
And we coming outside 'cause somebody gotta die
[Chorus]
Go 'head, you know we gettin' plenty of dough
Go 'head, you know we lightin' plenty of 'dro
Go 'head, you know we comin' from Y-O
Go 'head, truly yours, go 'head, really though
Go 'head, you know we hittin' plenty of hoes
Go 'head, you know we rippin' plenty of shows
Go 'head, you know we comin' from Y-O
Go 'head, truly yours, go 'head, really though, go 'head
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