Eastside Ryders Lyrics
| Song | Eastside Ryders |
| Artist | Ruff Ryders |
| Album | Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Davis, Lawrence, Spillman ... | |
| Who run these streets? | |
| Love Thug | |
| Beats? Ruff | |
| Spoken, Guns | |
| Speak, Blood | |
| Leak Lug heat for the threat not protection, | |
| Not a question, | |
| Busta Tests | |
| I got rest 'em | |
| Catch 'Em | |
| Slippin, in the hood or the mall | |
| You ain't strapped, we can scrap, | |
| I'm good with the | |
| Doggs Fuck | |
| Talkin', Chuck | |
| Walkin' in my khakis | |
| Rag Swangin', | |
| Gang Bangin' nigga brang it at me | |
| Eastsider, | |
| Ruff Ryder loved by the masses | |
| We The Niggas holla out the set when we blastin' | |
| Insane 20 gang, anything killa, | |
| Tracy Davis, | |
| Hair Raises, | |
| Goldie Loc | |
| The Stealer | |
| Gang Lock | |
| Down, We Cant | |
| Stop Now, | |
| Get in the way of villan and | |
| Tray spray hot rounds | |
| Suckas chose thuggin' as a last resort, aint that a bitch? | |
| Here we do this shit for sport | |
| This CRIP [Chorus] | |
| We ridaz, keep the heat beside us, | |
| Better Not try us, | |
| Touch ya like | |
| Midas Ruff | |
| Rydaz, Ride with | |
| Eastsidaz, | |
| Bustaz bow down to crown, the | |
| Royal Highness | |
| Well we gonna take your raps, and gats, stacks and sacks | |
| Dippin with the | |
| Jags and ' | |
| Lacs Eastsidaz roll with | |
| Ruff Rydaz | |
| Try to step aside us or get right behind us [Styles] | |
| When I die, fuck a moment of silence, this is | |
| Holiday Gangsta rap gunnin' and havin' moments of violence | |
| Its an Eastsider, | |
| Ruff Ryder thing, | |
| Why you mad at me? | |
| Holdin on an | |
| AK, puffin' on some | |
| Cali weed | |
| Streets is my girl, asked her to marry me | |
| Yellow and | |
| Purple Ears, tryin' to see | |
| Shaq's Salary | |
| D-Block Gang, | |
| Ruff Ryder | |
| Mafia, Make | |
| Sure the bullets hit u cause i stand on top of ya | |
| Bounce like | |
| I'm Hydrolics (Hydrolics), | |
| And i got niggaz in the hood that would shoot you over nine dollars | |
| Asked if I'm a gang member? | |
| Fuck nah, | |
| I'm a gang leader | |
| Boss to the boss and | |
| I bang heaters | |
| And you dont wanna see my arm jerk | |
| Cause the work i put on your face is bound to make your mom hurt | |
| And this one is for my | |
| Cali niggaz | |
| Eastsiders, | |
| Ruff Ryders and you can die in an ally niggaz [Chorus] [Goldie Loc] | |
| I never write raps like a song can make me | |
| Trick off my money and let these bitches break me | |
| Cause I'm a cold piece of gold, dickies saggin in the dirt | |
| Sellin' my double knucks, to enhance my work | |
| Nigga Q keep it | |
| Pimpin, I'm 'a keep it | |
| Crippin' (Crippin') | |
| Me and Dip | |
| Dippin, Dogg tha | |
| Police Trippin' | |
| Im an Eastside | |
| Ryde or Die | |
| Nigga And | |
| I believe you fools are some quick to lie niggaz | |
| Sippin on | |
| Sans call me lil | |
| Bit A down to earth brother, | |
| Gang Bangin' and rappin' | |
| Fake Blow | |
| Joes not hoppin' | |
| Lo-Lo's Im tired of you bustaz and fake | |
| C-O's You can ask | |
| Deal Dogg, | |
| Motherfuckin' | |
| Scoop We Done rounded up the homies and the front line troops | |
| Look Cuz, | |
| This game dont give me my cheese, | |
| Im 'a shit down your thorat, with tricks up my sleeve [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Davis, Lawrence, Spillman ... | |
| Who run these streets? | |
| Love Thug | |
| Beats? Ruff | |
| Spoken, Guns | |
| Speak, Blood | |
| Leak Lug heat for the threat not protection, | |
| Not a question, | |
| Busta Tests | |
| I got rest ' em | |
| Catch ' Em | |
| Slippin, in the hood or the mall | |
| You ain' t strapped, we can scrap, | |
| I' m good with the | |
| Doggs Fuck | |
| Talkin', Chuck | |
| Walkin' in my khakis | |
| Rag Swangin', | |
| Gang Bangin' nigga brang it at me | |
| Eastsider, | |
| Ruff Ryder loved by the masses | |
| We The Niggas holla out the set when we blastin' | |
| Insane 20 gang, anything killa, | |
| Tracy Davis, | |
| Hair Raises, | |
| Goldie Loc | |
| The Stealer | |
| Gang Lock | |
| Down, We Cant | |
| Stop Now, | |
| Get in the way of villan and | |
| Tray spray hot rounds | |
| Suckas chose thuggin' as a last resort, aint that a bitch? | |
| Here we do this shit for sport | |
| This CRIP Chorus | |
| We ridaz, keep the heat beside us, | |
| Better Not try us, | |
| Touch ya like | |
| Midas Ruff | |
| Rydaz, Ride with | |
| Eastsidaz, | |
| Bustaz bow down to crown, the | |
| Royal Highness | |
| Well we gonna take your raps, and gats, stacks and sacks | |
| Dippin with the | |
| Jags and ' | |
| Lacs Eastsidaz roll with | |
| Ruff Rydaz | |
| Try to step aside us or get right behind us Styles | |
| When I die, fuck a moment of silence, this is | |
| Holiday Gangsta rap gunnin' and havin' moments of violence | |
| Its an Eastsider, | |
| Ruff Ryder thing, | |
| Why you mad at me? | |
| Holdin on an | |
| AK, puffin' on some | |
| Cali weed | |
| Streets is my girl, asked her to marry me | |
| Yellow and | |
| Purple Ears, tryin' to see | |
| Shaq' s Salary | |
| DBlock Gang, | |
| Ruff Ryder | |
| Mafia, Make | |
| Sure the bullets hit u cause i stand on top of ya | |
| Bounce like | |
| I' m Hydrolics Hydrolics, | |
| And i got niggaz in the hood that would shoot you over nine dollars | |
| Asked if I' m a gang member? | |
| Fuck nah, | |
| I' m a gang leader | |
| Boss to the boss and | |
| I bang heaters | |
| And you dont wanna see my arm jerk | |
| Cause the work i put on your face is bound to make your mom hurt | |
| And this one is for my | |
| Cali niggaz | |
| Eastsiders, | |
| Ruff Ryders and you can die in an ally niggaz Chorus Goldie Loc | |
| I never write raps like a song can make me | |
| Trick off my money and let these bitches break me | |
| Cause I' m a cold piece of gold, dickies saggin in the dirt | |
| Sellin' my double knucks, to enhance my work | |
| Nigga Q keep it | |
| Pimpin, I' m ' a keep it | |
| Crippin' Crippin' | |
| Me and Dip | |
| Dippin, Dogg tha | |
| Police Trippin' | |
| Im an Eastside | |
| Ryde or Die | |
| Nigga And | |
| I believe you fools are some quick to lie niggaz | |
| Sippin on | |
| Sans call me lil | |
| Bit A down to earth brother, | |
| Gang Bangin' and rappin' | |
| Fake Blow | |
| Joes not hoppin' | |
| LoLo' s Im tired of you bustaz and fake | |
| CO' s You can ask | |
| Deal Dogg, | |
| Motherfuckin' | |
| Scoop We Done rounded up the homies and the front line troops | |
| Look Cuz, | |
| This game dont give me my cheese, | |
| Im ' a shit down your thorat, with tricks up my sleeve Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Davis, Lawrence, Spillman ... | |
| Who run these streets? | |
| Love Thug | |
| Beats? Ruff | |
| Spoken, Guns | |
| Speak, Blood | |
| Leak Lug heat for the threat not protection, | |
| Not a question, | |
| Busta Tests | |
| I got rest ' em | |
| Catch ' Em | |
| Slippin, in the hood or the mall | |
| You ain' t strapped, we can scrap, | |
| I' m good with the | |
| Doggs Fuck | |
| Talkin', Chuck | |
| Walkin' in my khakis | |
| Rag Swangin', | |
| Gang Bangin' nigga brang it at me | |
| Eastsider, | |
| Ruff Ryder loved by the masses | |
| We The Niggas holla out the set when we blastin' | |
| Insane 20 gang, anything killa, | |
| Tracy Davis, | |
| Hair Raises, | |
| Goldie Loc | |
| The Stealer | |
| Gang Lock | |
| Down, We Cant | |
| Stop Now, | |
| Get in the way of villan and | |
| Tray spray hot rounds | |
| Suckas chose thuggin' as a last resort, aint that a bitch? | |
| Here we do this shit for sport | |
| This CRIP Chorus | |
| We ridaz, keep the heat beside us, | |
| Better Not try us, | |
| Touch ya like | |
| Midas Ruff | |
| Rydaz, Ride with | |
| Eastsidaz, | |
| Bustaz bow down to crown, the | |
| Royal Highness | |
| Well we gonna take your raps, and gats, stacks and sacks | |
| Dippin with the | |
| Jags and ' | |
| Lacs Eastsidaz roll with | |
| Ruff Rydaz | |
| Try to step aside us or get right behind us Styles | |
| When I die, fuck a moment of silence, this is | |
| Holiday Gangsta rap gunnin' and havin' moments of violence | |
| Its an Eastsider, | |
| Ruff Ryder thing, | |
| Why you mad at me? | |
| Holdin on an | |
| AK, puffin' on some | |
| Cali weed | |
| Streets is my girl, asked her to marry me | |
| Yellow and | |
| Purple Ears, tryin' to see | |
| Shaq' s Salary | |
| DBlock Gang, | |
| Ruff Ryder | |
| Mafia, Make | |
| Sure the bullets hit u cause i stand on top of ya | |
| Bounce like | |
| I' m Hydrolics Hydrolics, | |
| And i got niggaz in the hood that would shoot you over nine dollars | |
| Asked if I' m a gang member? | |
| Fuck nah, | |
| I' m a gang leader | |
| Boss to the boss and | |
| I bang heaters | |
| And you dont wanna see my arm jerk | |
| Cause the work i put on your face is bound to make your mom hurt | |
| And this one is for my | |
| Cali niggaz | |
| Eastsiders, | |
| Ruff Ryders and you can die in an ally niggaz Chorus Goldie Loc | |
| I never write raps like a song can make me | |
| Trick off my money and let these bitches break me | |
| Cause I' m a cold piece of gold, dickies saggin in the dirt | |
| Sellin' my double knucks, to enhance my work | |
| Nigga Q keep it | |
| Pimpin, I' m ' a keep it | |
| Crippin' Crippin' | |
| Me and Dip | |
| Dippin, Dogg tha | |
| Police Trippin' | |
| Im an Eastside | |
| Ryde or Die | |
| Nigga And | |
| I believe you fools are some quick to lie niggaz | |
| Sippin on | |
| Sans call me lil | |
| Bit A down to earth brother, | |
| Gang Bangin' and rappin' | |
| Fake Blow | |
| Joes not hoppin' | |
| LoLo' s Im tired of you bustaz and fake | |
| CO' s You can ask | |
| Deal Dogg, | |
| Motherfuckin' | |
| Scoop We Done rounded up the homies and the front line troops | |
| Look Cuz, | |
| This game dont give me my cheese, | |
| Im ' a shit down your thorat, with tricks up my sleeve Chorus |
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