Eastside Ryders

Song Eastside Ryders
Artist Ruff Ryders
Album Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the

Lyrics

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]

Pinyin

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