Go Head

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