Ruff Ryder for life (hey)Ruff Ryder for life (hey)Ruff Ryder for life (hey)(Styles P)I'm on my new shityou ain't listening goodI pull out the hawk use it as a q-tipshot gun up in ya nostrils I'm hostileD-block totally apostle but no church'slay you out is my soul purpose (yeah)Light a blunt hear the ghost outI could make ya soul surfaceHere's my philosophy I ain't really chillintil I'm looking out the windows and see deers on the propertyrabbits hopping around habit's popping poundlighting blunts constantly ain't no time for meSP the war lord take ya jaw off wit a saw-off sawed offTop floor or the waldorf bagging the yaywe stil trying to get a wagon a today (uh!)This is D-block nigga holiday Stylesand 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 toThe pen got a lot niggaz under the same pressure, the gun doI understand you living but not that lifeand stop it you just aight you not that nicenigga I pack arenas pack the ninastwenty thou worth of fabric pack the cleanersand I just can't say it any cleareronly nigga that'll give it to me is the man in the mirrorThey hate it but they love it in exchangePiped out the denim seat covers in the RangeWiped out all the above slots, I'm never gon' cool offNigga I'm dumb hot, I get it in one whopMy man said I need a one to three, he illinAll I need is another 1 in 3 millionOh yeah it's nothin to murk youI 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 meI bring it to the hardest nigga in ya crew (what up?)baby nine that let off like a miniature oozwe could let it ratta - tatta (yeah)climb the fire escape ladderDump out watch muh'fuckers scatterLose bladder, piss in ya favorite jeansNiggaz make-up more shit than MaybelineThe Vince McMahon, Ted DeBiaseThirty of Courvoise', blunt in my mouthCrack in the streets weed bags bustin outDime bitches that I'm fuckin wanna curse me outHatin niggaz in the hood wanna hearse me outFuck 'em, come do it, the rifle is antiqueknife on the tip glorying niggazgot connects with some old civil warrior niggaz lets go(Chorus)
