Ruff Ryder for life
Hey
Ruff Ryder for life
Hey
I'm on my new s**t 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 n***a holiday
Styles and
My yak My cups
My n***az
My ice Ruff
My dutch
My haze My spot
My life Ruff
My money
My house
My Car My
Ice Ruff
My n***az
Ryde or die side by side by side you know why
Ruff Ryder 4
Yo It a shame what the game has come to
The pen got a lot n***az 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 n***a
I pack arenas pack the ninas twenty thou worth of fabric pack the cleaners and
I just can't say it any clearer only n***a 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
N***a 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
Yo Yo I don't rely on my voice to hold me
Nah
I spit don't promise n***az s**t can't a gangsta fold me
I bring it to the hardest n***a 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'f**kers scatter
Lose bladder piss in ya favorite jeans
N***az make-up more s**t than
Maybeline
The Vince
McMahon Ted
DeBiase Thirty of
Courvoise' blunt in my mouth
Crack in the streets w**d bags bustin out
Dime b***hes that
I'm f**kin wanna curse me out
Hatin n***az in the hood wanna hearse me out
Hey
Ruff Ryder for life
Hey
I'm on my new s**t 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 n***a holiday
Styles and
My yak My cups
My n***az
My ice Ruff
My dutch
My haze My spot
My life Ruff
My money
My house
My Car My
Ice Ruff
My n***az
Ryde or die side by side by side you know why
Ruff Ryder 4
Yo It a shame what the game has come to
The pen got a lot n***az 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 n***a
I pack arenas pack the ninas twenty thou worth of fabric pack the cleaners and
I just can't say it any clearer only n***a 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
N***a 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
Yo Yo I don't rely on my voice to hold me
Nah
I spit don't promise n***az s**t can't a gangsta fold me
I bring it to the hardest n***a 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'f**kers scatter
Lose bladder piss in ya favorite jeans
N***az make-up more s**t than
Maybeline
The Vince
McMahon Ted
DeBiase Thirty of
Courvoise' blunt in my mouth
Crack in the streets w**d bags bustin out
Dime b***hes that
I'm f**kin wanna curse me out
Hatin n***az in the hood wanna hearse me out
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