Ruff Ryder for life (hey)
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Ruff Ryder for life (hey)
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Ruff Ryder for life (hey)
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[Styles P]
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I'm on my new shit
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you ain't listening good
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I pull out the hawk use it as a q-tip
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shot gun up in ya nostrils I'm hostile
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D-block totally apostle but no church's
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lay you out is my soul purpose (yeah)
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Light a blunt hear the ghost out
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I could make ya soul surface
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Here's my philosophy I ain't really chillin
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til I'm looking out the windows and see deers on the property
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rabbits hopping around habit's popping pound
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lighting blunts constantly ain't no time for me
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SP the war lord take ya jaw off wit a saw-off sawed off
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Top floor or the waldorf bagging the yay
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we stil trying to get a wagon a today (uh!)
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This is D-block nigga holiday Styles
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and I never put my magnum away (hey)
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[Chorus]
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[Styles P] My yak, My cups, My niggaz, My ice,
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Ruff Ryder 4 Life (hey)
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[Sheek Louch] My dutch, My haze, My spot, My life,
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Ruff Ryder 4 Life (hey)
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[Styles P] My money, My house, My Car, My Ice,
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Ruff Ryder 4 Life (hey)
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[Sheek Louch] My niggaz Ryde or die side by side by side,
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you know why? Ruff Ryder 4 Life (hey)
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[Jadakiss]
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Yo, It a shame what the game has come to
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The pen got a lot niggaz under the same pressure, the gun do
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I understand you living but not that life
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and stop it you just aight you not that nice
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nigga I pack arenas pack the ninas
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twenty thou worth of fabric pack the cleaners
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and I just can't say it any clearer
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only nigga that'll give it to me is the man in the mirror
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They hate it but they love it in exchange
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Piped out the denim seat covers in the Range
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Wiped out all the above slots, I'm never gon' cool off
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Nigga I'm dumb hot, I get it in one whop
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My man said I need a one to three, he illin
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All I need is another 1 in 3 million
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Oh yeah it's nothin to murk you
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I realize it really ain't worth it when I'm puffin the purple (hey)
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[Chorus]
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[Sheek Louch]
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Yo, Yo, I don't rely on my voice to hold me (nah)
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I spit don't promise niggaz shit can't a gangsta fold me
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I bring it to the hardest nigga in ya crew (what up?)
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baby nine that let off like a miniature ooz
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we could let it ratta - tatta (yeah)
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climb the fire escape ladder
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Dump out watch muh'fuckers scatter
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Lose bladder, piss in ya favorite jeans
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Niggaz make-up more shit than Maybeline
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The Vince McMahon, Ted DeBiase
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Thirty of Courvoise', blunt in my mouth
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Crack in the streets weed bags bustin out
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Dime bitches that I'm fuckin wanna curse me out
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Hatin niggaz in the hood wanna hearse me out
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Fuck 'em, come do it, the rifle is antique
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knife on the tip glorying niggaz
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got connects with some old civil warrior niggaz lets go
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[Chorus]
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Ruff Ryders 4 Life
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