Song | Eastside Ryders |
Artist | Ruff Ryders |
Album | Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Davis, Lawrence, Spillman ... | |
Who run these streets? | |
Love Thug | |
Beats? Ruff | |
Spoken, Guns | |
Speak, Blood | |
Leak Lug heat for the threat not protection, | |
Not a question, | |
Busta Tests | |
I got rest 'em | |
Catch 'Em | |
Slippin, in the hood or the mall | |
You ain't strapped, we can scrap, | |
I'm good with the | |
Doggs Fuck | |
Talkin', Chuck | |
Walkin' in my khakis | |
Rag Swangin', | |
Gang Bangin' nigga brang it at me | |
Eastsider, | |
Ruff Ryder loved by the masses | |
We The Niggas holla out the set when we blastin' | |
Insane 20 gang, anything killa, | |
Tracy Davis, | |
Hair Raises, | |
Goldie Loc | |
The Stealer | |
Gang Lock | |
Down, We Cant | |
Stop Now, | |
Get in the way of villan and | |
Tray spray hot rounds | |
Suckas chose thuggin' as a last resort, aint that a bitch? | |
Here we do this shit for sport | |
This CRIP [Chorus] | |
We ridaz, keep the heat beside us, | |
Better Not try us, | |
Touch ya like | |
Midas Ruff | |
Rydaz, Ride with | |
Eastsidaz, | |
Bustaz bow down to crown, the | |
Royal Highness | |
Well we gonna take your raps, and gats, stacks and sacks | |
Dippin with the | |
Jags and ' | |
Lacs Eastsidaz roll with | |
Ruff Rydaz | |
Try to step aside us or get right behind us [Styles] | |
When I die, fuck a moment of silence, this is | |
Holiday Gangsta rap gunnin' and havin' moments of violence | |
Its an Eastsider, | |
Ruff Ryder thing, | |
Why you mad at me? | |
Holdin on an | |
AK, puffin' on some | |
Cali weed | |
Streets is my girl, asked her to marry me | |
Yellow and | |
Purple Ears, tryin' to see | |
Shaq's Salary | |
D-Block Gang, | |
Ruff Ryder | |
Mafia, Make | |
Sure the bullets hit u cause i stand on top of ya | |
Bounce like | |
I'm Hydrolics (Hydrolics), | |
And i got niggaz in the hood that would shoot you over nine dollars | |
Asked if I'm a gang member? | |
Fuck nah, | |
I'm a gang leader | |
Boss to the boss and | |
I bang heaters | |
And you dont wanna see my arm jerk | |
Cause the work i put on your face is bound to make your mom hurt | |
And this one is for my | |
Cali niggaz | |
Eastsiders, | |
Ruff Ryders and you can die in an ally niggaz [Chorus] [Goldie Loc] | |
I never write raps like a song can make me | |
Trick off my money and let these bitches break me | |
Cause I'm a cold piece of gold, dickies saggin in the dirt | |
Sellin' my double knucks, to enhance my work | |
Nigga Q keep it | |
Pimpin, I'm 'a keep it | |
Crippin' (Crippin') | |
Me and Dip | |
Dippin, Dogg tha | |
Police Trippin' | |
Im an Eastside | |
Ryde or Die | |
Nigga And | |
I believe you fools are some quick to lie niggaz | |
Sippin on | |
Sans call me lil | |
Bit A down to earth brother, | |
Gang Bangin' and rappin' | |
Fake Blow | |
Joes not hoppin' | |
Lo-Lo's Im tired of you bustaz and fake | |
C-O's You can ask | |
Deal Dogg, | |
Motherfuckin' | |
Scoop We Done rounded up the homies and the front line troops | |
Look Cuz, | |
This game dont give me my cheese, | |
Im 'a shit down your thorat, with tricks up my sleeve [Chorus] |
zuo qu : Davis, Lawrence, Spillman ... | |
Who run these streets? | |
Love Thug | |
Beats? Ruff | |
Spoken, Guns | |
Speak, Blood | |
Leak Lug heat for the threat not protection, | |
Not a question, | |
Busta Tests | |
I got rest ' em | |
Catch ' Em | |
Slippin, in the hood or the mall | |
You ain' t strapped, we can scrap, | |
I' m good with the | |
Doggs Fuck | |
Talkin', Chuck | |
Walkin' in my khakis | |
Rag Swangin', | |
Gang Bangin' nigga brang it at me | |
Eastsider, | |
Ruff Ryder loved by the masses | |
We The Niggas holla out the set when we blastin' | |
Insane 20 gang, anything killa, | |
Tracy Davis, | |
Hair Raises, | |
Goldie Loc | |
The Stealer | |
Gang Lock | |
Down, We Cant | |
Stop Now, | |
Get in the way of villan and | |
Tray spray hot rounds | |
Suckas chose thuggin' as a last resort, aint that a bitch? | |
Here we do this shit for sport | |
This CRIP Chorus | |
We ridaz, keep the heat beside us, | |
Better Not try us, | |
Touch ya like | |
Midas Ruff | |
Rydaz, Ride with | |
Eastsidaz, | |
Bustaz bow down to crown, the | |
Royal Highness | |
Well we gonna take your raps, and gats, stacks and sacks | |
Dippin with the | |
Jags and ' | |
Lacs Eastsidaz roll with | |
Ruff Rydaz | |
Try to step aside us or get right behind us Styles | |
When I die, fuck a moment of silence, this is | |
Holiday Gangsta rap gunnin' and havin' moments of violence | |
Its an Eastsider, | |
Ruff Ryder thing, | |
Why you mad at me? | |
Holdin on an | |
AK, puffin' on some | |
Cali weed | |
Streets is my girl, asked her to marry me | |
Yellow and | |
Purple Ears, tryin' to see | |
Shaq' s Salary | |
DBlock Gang, | |
Ruff Ryder | |
Mafia, Make | |
Sure the bullets hit u cause i stand on top of ya | |
Bounce like | |
I' m Hydrolics Hydrolics, | |
And i got niggaz in the hood that would shoot you over nine dollars | |
Asked if I' m a gang member? | |
Fuck nah, | |
I' m a gang leader | |
Boss to the boss and | |
I bang heaters | |
And you dont wanna see my arm jerk | |
Cause the work i put on your face is bound to make your mom hurt | |
And this one is for my | |
Cali niggaz | |
Eastsiders, | |
Ruff Ryders and you can die in an ally niggaz Chorus Goldie Loc | |
I never write raps like a song can make me | |
Trick off my money and let these bitches break me | |
Cause I' m a cold piece of gold, dickies saggin in the dirt | |
Sellin' my double knucks, to enhance my work | |
Nigga Q keep it | |
Pimpin, I' m ' a keep it | |
Crippin' Crippin' | |
Me and Dip | |
Dippin, Dogg tha | |
Police Trippin' | |
Im an Eastside | |
Ryde or Die | |
Nigga And | |
I believe you fools are some quick to lie niggaz | |
Sippin on | |
Sans call me lil | |
Bit A down to earth brother, | |
Gang Bangin' and rappin' | |
Fake Blow | |
Joes not hoppin' | |
LoLo' s Im tired of you bustaz and fake | |
CO' s You can ask | |
Deal Dogg, | |
Motherfuckin' | |
Scoop We Done rounded up the homies and the front line troops | |
Look Cuz, | |
This game dont give me my cheese, | |
Im ' a shit down your thorat, with tricks up my sleeve Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Davis, Lawrence, Spillman ... | |
Who run these streets? | |
Love Thug | |
Beats? Ruff | |
Spoken, Guns | |
Speak, Blood | |
Leak Lug heat for the threat not protection, | |
Not a question, | |
Busta Tests | |
I got rest ' em | |
Catch ' Em | |
Slippin, in the hood or the mall | |
You ain' t strapped, we can scrap, | |
I' m good with the | |
Doggs Fuck | |
Talkin', Chuck | |
Walkin' in my khakis | |
Rag Swangin', | |
Gang Bangin' nigga brang it at me | |
Eastsider, | |
Ruff Ryder loved by the masses | |
We The Niggas holla out the set when we blastin' | |
Insane 20 gang, anything killa, | |
Tracy Davis, | |
Hair Raises, | |
Goldie Loc | |
The Stealer | |
Gang Lock | |
Down, We Cant | |
Stop Now, | |
Get in the way of villan and | |
Tray spray hot rounds | |
Suckas chose thuggin' as a last resort, aint that a bitch? | |
Here we do this shit for sport | |
This CRIP Chorus | |
We ridaz, keep the heat beside us, | |
Better Not try us, | |
Touch ya like | |
Midas Ruff | |
Rydaz, Ride with | |
Eastsidaz, | |
Bustaz bow down to crown, the | |
Royal Highness | |
Well we gonna take your raps, and gats, stacks and sacks | |
Dippin with the | |
Jags and ' | |
Lacs Eastsidaz roll with | |
Ruff Rydaz | |
Try to step aside us or get right behind us Styles | |
When I die, fuck a moment of silence, this is | |
Holiday Gangsta rap gunnin' and havin' moments of violence | |
Its an Eastsider, | |
Ruff Ryder thing, | |
Why you mad at me? | |
Holdin on an | |
AK, puffin' on some | |
Cali weed | |
Streets is my girl, asked her to marry me | |
Yellow and | |
Purple Ears, tryin' to see | |
Shaq' s Salary | |
DBlock Gang, | |
Ruff Ryder | |
Mafia, Make | |
Sure the bullets hit u cause i stand on top of ya | |
Bounce like | |
I' m Hydrolics Hydrolics, | |
And i got niggaz in the hood that would shoot you over nine dollars | |
Asked if I' m a gang member? | |
Fuck nah, | |
I' m a gang leader | |
Boss to the boss and | |
I bang heaters | |
And you dont wanna see my arm jerk | |
Cause the work i put on your face is bound to make your mom hurt | |
And this one is for my | |
Cali niggaz | |
Eastsiders, | |
Ruff Ryders and you can die in an ally niggaz Chorus Goldie Loc | |
I never write raps like a song can make me | |
Trick off my money and let these bitches break me | |
Cause I' m a cold piece of gold, dickies saggin in the dirt | |
Sellin' my double knucks, to enhance my work | |
Nigga Q keep it | |
Pimpin, I' m ' a keep it | |
Crippin' Crippin' | |
Me and Dip | |
Dippin, Dogg tha | |
Police Trippin' | |
Im an Eastside | |
Ryde or Die | |
Nigga And | |
I believe you fools are some quick to lie niggaz | |
Sippin on | |
Sans call me lil | |
Bit A down to earth brother, | |
Gang Bangin' and rappin' | |
Fake Blow | |
Joes not hoppin' | |
LoLo' s Im tired of you bustaz and fake | |
CO' s You can ask | |
Deal Dogg, | |
Motherfuckin' | |
Scoop We Done rounded up the homies and the front line troops | |
Look Cuz, | |
This game dont give me my cheese, | |
Im ' a shit down your thorat, with tricks up my sleeve Chorus |