Текст песни Dmx - Go Head
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[styles]Ruff ryder nigga, volume 2We show niggas the meaning of ryde or dieSo all that bullshit you talking, go head nigga[jadakiss]You dont gotta slap me five or give me a hugAnd it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you loveBut Im gone deal wit my enemies soonerCause I gotem looking for my solo album like kennedy jr.Fuck crush ice, go head and get your shine onIm bout to cop rocks that yall niggas can climb onDont worry bout why I aint got mine onI want some new shit, I dont want nothing that you can tell time onThings aint all good right nowCause some more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right nowYall can stop acting like that nigga j gone squeezeCause all I got is misdeameanors and some acdsYall gon make me lay something down I promiseAnd puff wear scarmas and listen to carl thomasPuff running and hide and we coping more gunsAn we coming outside cause somebody gotta die[chorus]Go head you know we getting plenty of doughGo head you know we lighting plenty of droGo head you know we coming from y-oGo head truly though go head really thoughGo head you know we hitting plenty of hosGo head you know we ripping plenty of showsGo head you know we coming from y-oGo head truly though go head really though[sheek]Now I warned yall niggas that sheek was the oneNow Im warning yall niggas that I got my gunRead to kill, dont worry bout no doctor billIt aint gone be one of those just yo casket clothesLox, nah you rather fuck wit the copsCause I pop and turn yall like the optimum boxNo paper feud, its straight hate wit dudeSo Im hungry and let the morgue zip up your crewYou wanna hope on our dicks and go whilly yo bikesAnd wear ruff ryder tees, motherfucker pleaseYou a poke-a-nose nigga, want you stick to the skisAnd I dont hear a nigga raps no moreSo I dont bother to go in the store an cop yall shitOnly time I cop yall shit if lox on itI shoot you in yo mouth aint no calling the copsI want my shit back like cash flo and elians pop[chorus][styles]Im always that, Im always thisBut the floor stay nasty like hallway pissIf you here the p spitting its a deep ass songWhen I die mama bury me wit street clothes onCause drama be the threapy, the beef goes onShouldve been speaking out of it makes it a lotBut I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the dropLive for the money, die for my niggas, run from the lawCatch me smoking my weed or fucking your whorePush my whip to the limit kind of hoping it flipThrow my clip to the tip kind of hoping you flipI feel sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myselfSo I got mixed feelings about this hussling shitI keep saying Im gone quit after a couple of bricksBut I cant stop building and I dont pop childrenBut I got no problem kidnapping a bitch