Ruff Ryders 4 Life

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 xxxx 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'fuckers scatter

Lose bladder, piss in ya favorite jeans

Niggaz make-up more xxxx than Maybeline

The Vince McMahon, Ted DeBiase

Thirty of Courvoise', blunt in my mouth

Crack in the streets weed bags bustin out

Dime xxxxxxx that I'm xxxxxx wanna curse me out

Hatin niggaz in the hood wanna hearse me out

Fuck '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]