a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

ruff ryders - go head (feat. the lox) lyrics

[intro – styles]
ruff ryder n-gga, volume 2
we show n-ggas the meaning of ryde or die
so all that bullsh-t you talking, go head n-gga

[verse 1 – jadakiss]
you don’t gotta slap me five or give me a hug
and it hurts when you gotta k!ll a n-gga you love
but i’m gone deal wit my enemies sooner
cause i got’em looking for my solo album like kennedy jr
f–k crush ice, go head and get your shine on
i’m bout to cop rocks that y’all n-ggas can climb on
don’t worry bout why i ain’t got mine on
i want some new sh-t, i don’t want nothing that you can tell time on
things ain’t all good right now
cause before some more n-ggas die yall in the hood right now
y’all can stop acting like that n-gga 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 – styles] (lox)
(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 hoes
(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-ggas that sheek was the one
now i’m warning y’all n-ggas that i got my gun
rent to k!ll, don’t worry bout no doctor bill
it ain’t gone be one of those just yo casket clothes
lox, nah you rather f–k wit the cops
cause i pop and turn y’all like the optimum box
no pay per viev, it’s straight hate wit dude
so i’m hungry and let the morgue zip up your crew
you wanna hope on our d-cks and go whilly yo bikes
and wear ruff ryder tees, motherf–ker please
you a poke-a-nose n-gga, want 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 sh-t
only time i cop y’all sh-t if lox on it
i shoot you in yo mouth ain’t no calling the cops
i want my sh-t back like cash flo and elian’s pop show

[chorus]
[styles]
i’m always that, i’m always this
but the flow stay nasty like hallway p-ss
if you here the p spitting it’s a deep -ss song
when i die mama bury me wit street clothes on
cause drama be the threapy, the beef goes on
sh-t i’ve been speaking out a bit makes it a lot
but i was f–king wit the savages, kicking the drop
live for the money, die for my n-ggas, run from the law
catch me smoking my weed or f–king your wh0r-
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-t
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-tch

[chorus]x2

- ruff ryders lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS