Go Head by The LOX Lyrics
[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
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Ayo, 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 gon' be one of those, just your casket closed
LOX, nah, you'd rather fuck with the cops
'Cause I'll pop and turn y'all like the Optimum box
No pay-per-view, this trey-eight will do
Somethin' ugly and let the morgue zip up your crew
Wanna hop on our dicks and go wheelie on bikes
And wear Ruff Ryder tees, motherfucker, please
You a Poconos nigga, why don't 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'll shoot you in your mouth, ain't no calling the cops
I want my shit back like Castro and Elian's pops, you heard me?
[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
[Verse 3: Styles P]
I'm always that, I'm always this
But the flow stay nasty like hallway piss
If you here the P spittin', it's a deep-ass song
When I die, mama, bury me with street clothes on
'Cause drama be the therapy, the beef goes on
Should've been speaking Arabic, mixing salat
But I was fucking with the savages, takin' a 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
Load 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 'bout this hustling shit
I keep saying I'm gon' 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]
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, 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
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Ayo, 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 gon' be one of those, just your casket closed
LOX, nah, you'd rather fuck with the cops
'Cause I'll pop and turn y'all like the Optimum box
No pay-per-view, this trey-eight will do
Somethin' ugly and let the morgue zip up your crew
Wanna hop on our dicks and go wheelie on bikes
And wear Ruff Ryder tees, motherfucker, please
You a Poconos nigga, why don't 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'll shoot you in your mouth, ain't no calling the cops
I want my shit back like Castro and Elian's pops, you heard me?
[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
[Verse 3: Styles P]
I'm always that, I'm always this
But the flow stay nasty like hallway piss
If you here the P spittin', it's a deep-ass song
When I die, mama, bury me with street clothes on
'Cause drama be the therapy, the beef goes on
Should've been speaking Arabic, mixing salat
But I was fucking with the savages, takin' a 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
Load 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 'bout this hustling shit
I keep saying I'm gon' 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]
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, 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