Go Head (feat. The Lox)

Ruff Ryder nigga, Volume 2
We show niggas the meaning of Ryde or die
So all that bullshit you talking, go head nigga

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 before some more niggas die y'all in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like that nigga J gone squeeze
'Cause all I got is misdemeanors 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

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 hos
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

Now I warned y'all niggas that Sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all niggas that I got my gun
Rent to kill, don't worry 'bout no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of those just yo' casket clothes

Lox, nah you rather fuck wit the cops
'Cause I pop and turn y'all like the optimum box
No pay per view, it's straight hate wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up your crew

You wanna hope on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear Ruff Ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, 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 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 cash flo' and Elian's pop show

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 hos
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

I'm always that, I'm always this
But the flow 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 therapy, the beef goes on
Shit I've been speaking out a bit makes it a lot
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 crack heads 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

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 hos
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

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 hos
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