Ruff Ryders 4 Life (Explicit)-Ruff Ryders/The Lox

Ruff Ryder for life Hey Ruff Ryder for life Hey I'm on my new s**t 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***a holiday Styles and My yak My cups My n***az My ice Ruff My dutch My haze My spot My life Ruff My money My house My Car My Ice Ruff My n***az Ryde or die side by side by side you know why Ruff Ryder 4 Yo It a shame what the game has come to The pen got a lot n***az 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***a 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***a 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***a 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 Yo Yo I don't rely on my voice to hold me Nah I spit don't promise n***az s**t can't a gangsta fold me I bring it to the hardest n***a 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**kers scatter Lose bladder piss in ya favorite jeans N***az make-up more s**t than Maybeline The Vince McMahon Ted DeBiase Thirty of Courvoise' blunt in my mouth Crack in the streets w**d bags bustin out Dime b***hes that I'm f**kin wanna curse me out Hatin n***az in the hood wanna hearse me out