Styles P - Go Head lyrics

(Styles) Ruff Ryder n***a, Volume 2 We show n***as the meaning of ryde or die So all that bullsh** you talking, go head n***a (Jadakiss) You don't gotta slap me five or give me a hug And it hurts when you gotta k** a n***a you love But I'm gone deal wit my enemies sooner Cause I got'em looking for my solo album like Kennedy Jr f** crush ice, go head and get your shine on I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all n***as can climb on Don't worry bout why I ain't got mine on I want some new sh**, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on Things ain't all good right now Cause some more n***as die an turn all you in the hood right now Y'all can stop acting like that n***a 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 f** 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 n***as that Sheek was the one Now I'm warning y'all n***as that I got my gun Read' to k**, don't worry bout no doctor bill It ain't gone be one of those, just yo' casket closed LOX, nah you rather f** 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, motherf**er please You a Pocanos n***a, why don't you stick to the skis And I don't hear a n***a raps no more So I don't bother to go in the store an cop y'all sh** Only time I cop y'all sh** if Lox on it I shoot you in yo mouth ain't no calling the cops I want my sh** 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 a** 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 f**ing wit the savages, kicking the drop Live for the money, die for my n***as, run from the law Catch me smoking my weed or f**ing your who*e 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 sh** 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**h Chorus 2x