Ruff Ryders 4 Life Lyrics
| Song | Ruff Ryders 4 Life |
| Artist | Ruff Ryders |
| Album | The Redemption Vol. 4 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jacobs, Lunnon, Phillips ... | |
| Ruff Ryder for life (hey) | |
| Ruff Ryder for life (hey) | |
| Ruff Ryder for life (hey) [Styles P] | |
| I'm on my new shit you ain't listening good | |
| I pull out the hawk use it as a q-tip shot gun up in ya nostrils | |
| I'm hostile | |
| D-block totally apostle but no church's lay you out is my soul purpose (yeah) | |
| Light a blunt hear the ghost out | |
| I could make ya soul surface | |
| Here's my philosophy | |
| I ain't really chillin til | |
| I'm looking out the windows and see deers on the property rabbits hopping around habit's popping pound lighting blunts constantly ain't 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 nigga holiday | |
| Styles and | |
| I never put my magnum away (hey) [Chorus] [Styles P] | |
| My yak, My cups, | |
| My niggaz, | |
| 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 niggaz | |
| 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 niggaz 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 nigga | |
| I pack arenas pack the ninas twenty thou worth of fabric pack the cleaners and | |
| I just can't say it any clearer only nigga that'll 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, | |
| I'm never gon' cool off | |
| Nigga I'm 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 it's nothin to murk you | |
| I realize it really ain't worth it when | |
| I'm puffin the purple (hey) [Chorus] [Sheek Louch] | |
| Yo, Yo, I don't rely on my voice to hold me (nah) | |
| I spit don't promise niggaz shit can't a gangsta fold me | |
| I bring it to the hardest nigga 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'****ers scatter | |
| Lose bladder, piss in ya favorite jeans | |
| Niggaz make-up more shit than | |
| Maybeline | |
| The Vince | |
| McMahon, Ted | |
| DeBiase Thirty of | |
| Courvoise', blunt in my mouth | |
| Crack in the streets weed bags bustin out | |
| Dime bitches that | |
| I'm ****in wanna curse me out | |
| Hatin niggaz in the hood wanna hearse me out | |
| **** 'em, come do it, the rifle is antique knife on the tip glorying niggaz got connects with some old civil warrior niggaz lets go [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Jacobs, Lunnon, Phillips ... | |
| Ruff Ryder for life hey | |
| Ruff Ryder for life hey | |
| Ruff Ryder for life hey Styles P | |
| I' m on my new shit you ain' t listening good | |
| I pull out the hawk use it as a qtip shot gun up in ya nostrils | |
| I' m hostile | |
| Dblock totally apostle but no church' s lay you out is my soul purpose yeah | |
| Light a blunt hear the ghost out | |
| I could make ya soul surface | |
| Here' s my philosophy | |
| I ain' t really chillin til | |
| I' m looking out the windows and see deers on the property rabbits hopping around habit' s popping pound lighting blunts constantly ain' t no time for me | |
| SP the war lord take ya jaw off wit a sawoff sawed off | |
| Top floor or the waldorf bagging the yay we stil trying to get a wagon a today uh! | |
| This is Dblock nigga holiday | |
| Styles and | |
| I never put my magnum away hey Chorus Styles P | |
| My yak, My cups, | |
| My niggaz, | |
| 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 niggaz | |
| 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 niggaz 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 nigga | |
| I pack arenas pack the ninas twenty thou worth of fabric pack the cleaners and | |
| I just can' t say it any clearer only nigga that' ll 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, | |
| I' m never gon' cool off | |
| Nigga I' m 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 it' s nothin to murk you | |
| I realize it really ain' t worth it when | |
| I' m puffin the purple hey Chorus Sheek Louch | |
| Yo, Yo, I don' t rely on my voice to hold me nah | |
| I spit don' t promise niggaz shit can' t a gangsta fold me | |
| I bring it to the hardest nigga 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' ers scatter | |
| Lose bladder, piss in ya favorite jeans | |
| Niggaz makeup more shit than | |
| Maybeline | |
| The Vince | |
| McMahon, Ted | |
| DeBiase Thirty of | |
| Courvoise', blunt in my mouth | |
| Crack in the streets weed bags bustin out | |
| Dime bitches that | |
| I' m in wanna curse me out | |
| Hatin niggaz in the hood wanna hearse me out | |
| ' em, come do it, the rifle is antique knife on the tip glorying niggaz got connects with some old civil warrior niggaz lets go Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Jacobs, Lunnon, Phillips ... | |
| Ruff Ryder for life hey | |
| Ruff Ryder for life hey | |
| Ruff Ryder for life hey Styles P | |
| I' m on my new shit you ain' t listening good | |
| I pull out the hawk use it as a qtip shot gun up in ya nostrils | |
| I' m hostile | |
| Dblock totally apostle but no church' s lay you out is my soul purpose yeah | |
| Light a blunt hear the ghost out | |
| I could make ya soul surface | |
| Here' s my philosophy | |
| I ain' t really chillin til | |
| I' m looking out the windows and see deers on the property rabbits hopping around habit' s popping pound lighting blunts constantly ain' t no time for me | |
| SP the war lord take ya jaw off wit a sawoff sawed off | |
| Top floor or the waldorf bagging the yay we stil trying to get a wagon a today uh! | |
| This is Dblock nigga holiday | |
| Styles and | |
| I never put my magnum away hey Chorus Styles P | |
| My yak, My cups, | |
| My niggaz, | |
| 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 niggaz | |
| 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 niggaz 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 nigga | |
| I pack arenas pack the ninas twenty thou worth of fabric pack the cleaners and | |
| I just can' t say it any clearer only nigga that' ll 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, | |
| I' m never gon' cool off | |
| Nigga I' m 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 it' s nothin to murk you | |
| I realize it really ain' t worth it when | |
| I' m puffin the purple hey Chorus Sheek Louch | |
| Yo, Yo, I don' t rely on my voice to hold me nah | |
| I spit don' t promise niggaz shit can' t a gangsta fold me | |
| I bring it to the hardest nigga 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' ers scatter | |
| Lose bladder, piss in ya favorite jeans | |
| Niggaz makeup more shit than | |
| Maybeline | |
| The Vince | |
| McMahon, Ted | |
| DeBiase Thirty of | |
| Courvoise', blunt in my mouth | |
| Crack in the streets weed bags bustin out | |
| Dime bitches that | |
| I' m in wanna curse me out | |
| Hatin niggaz in the hood wanna hearse me out | |
| ' em, come do it, the rifle is antique knife on the tip glorying niggaz got connects with some old civil warrior niggaz lets go Chorus |
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