Go Head

(Styles) Ruff Ryder Nigga, Volume 2 We show niggas the meaning of ryde or die So all that bullshit you talking, go head nigga (Jadakiss) 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 Fuck runnin and hidin, we copping 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 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 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 closed LOX, nah you rather fuck wit the cops Cause I'll pop and turn y'all like the optimum box Mo pay-per-view, this trey-eight will do Some'in ugly and let the morgue zip up your crew Wanna hope on our dicks and go Wheele yo bikes And wear Ruff Ryder tees, motherfucker please You a Pocanos nigga, why don't 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 Castro 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 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 Arabic mixing salat 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 hustling 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 Chorus 2x