Ruff Ryders Ruff Ryders 4 Life Lyrics

Ruff Ryder for life (hey)
Ruff Ryder for life (hey)
Ruff Ryder for life (hey)

[Styles P]
I'm on my new s___
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____ holiday Styles
and I never put my magnum away (hey)

[Chorus]
[Styles P] My yak, My cups, My n____z, 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 n____z 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 n____z 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____ 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____ 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____ 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 n____z s___ can't a gangsta fold me
I bring it to the hardest n____ 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___ers scatter
Lose bladder, p___ in ya favorite jeans
n____z make-up more s___ than Maybeline
The Vince McMahon, Ted DeBiase
Thirty of Courvoise', blunt in my mouth
Crack in the streets weed bags bustin out
Dime b____es that I'm f___in wanna curse me out
Hatin n____z in the hood wanna hearse me out
f___ 'em, come do it, the rifle is antique
knife on the tip glorying n____z
got connects with some old civil warrior n____z lets go