- Ruff Ryders Ruff Ryders 4 Life 歌詞
- Ruff Ryders
- Ruff Ryder for life (hey)
Ruff Ryder for life (hey)
Ruff Ryder for life (hey) [Styles P]
Im on my new *******t you aint listening good
I pull out the hawk use it as a q-tip shot gun up in ya nostrils
Im hostile
D-block totally apostle but no churchs lay you out is my soul purpose (yeah)
Light a blunt hear the ghost out
I could make ya soul surface
Heres my philosophy
I aint really chillin til
Im looking out the windows and see deers on the property rabbits hopping around habits popping pound lighting blunts constantly aint no time for me
SP the war lord take ya jaw off wit a saw-off sawed off
Top floor or the waldorf bagging the yay we stil trying to get a wagon a today (uh!)
This is D-block ******* holiday
Styles and
I never put my magnum away (hey) [Chorus] [Styles P]
My yak, My cups,
My *******z,
My ice, Ruff
Ryder 4 Life (hey) [Sheek Louch]
My dutch,
My haze, My spot,
My life, Ruff
Ryder 4 Life (hey) [Styles P]
My money,
My house,
My Car, My
Ice, Ruff
Ryder 4 Life (hey ) [Sheek Louch]
My *******z
Ryde or die side by side by side, you know why?
Ruff Ryder 4
Life (hey) [Jadakiss]
Yo, It a shame what the game has come to
The pen got a lot *******z under the same pressure, the gun do
I understand you living but not that life and stop it you just aight you not that nice *******
I pack arenas pack the ninas twenty thou worth of fabric pack the cleaners and
I just cantsay it any clearer only ******* thatll give it to me is the man in the mirror
They hate it but they love it in exchange
Piped out the denim seat covers in the
Range Wiped out all the above slots,
Im never gon cool off
******* Im dumb hot,
I get it in one whop
My man said
I need a one to three, he illin
All I need is another 1 in 3 million
Oh yeah its nothin to murk you
I realize it really aint worth it when
Im puffin the purple (hey) [ Chorus] [Sheek Louch]
Yo, Yo, I dont rely on my voice to hold me (nah)
I spit dont promise *******z *******t cant a gangsta fold me
I bring it to the hardest ******* in ya crew (what up?) baby nine that let off like a miniature ooz we could let it ratta - tatta (yeah) climb the fire escape ladder
Dump out watch muh******s scatter
Lose bladder, piss in ya favorite jeans
*******z make-up more *******t than
Maybeline
The Vince
McMahon, Ted
DeBiase Thirty of
Courvoise, blunt in my mouth
Crack in the streets ******* bags bustin out
Dime *******es that
Im ****** wanna curse me out
Hatin *******z in the hood wanna hearse me out
*** **** em, come do it, the rifle is antique knife on the tip glorying *******z got connects with some old civil warrior *******z lets go [Chorus]
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