Go Head Lyrics

(feat. The Lox)

[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 
Puff running and hide and we coping 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 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 

[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 clothes 
Lox, nah you rather fuck wit the cops 
Cause I pop and turn y'all like the optimum box 
No paper feud, 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 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 cash flo 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 out of it 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 crackheads, but happy for myself 
So I got mixed feelings about this hussling 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