歌曲 | Ruff Ryders 4 Life |
歌手 | Ruff Ryders |
专辑 | The Redemption Vol. 4 |
下载 | 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 |