paroles de chanson I'm A Ruff Ryder - Jadakiss , Styles P
Styles
- Verse
One)
Talk,
Holiday
Styles,
S-P
or
whatever
you
choose
A
pound
of
weed,
four
guns
and
a
liter
of
booze
Shoot
niggas
out
they
shoes,
Come
and
fuck
with
me,
I
can
guarantee
you′ll
be
makin
the
news
P
flows
like
NO
NIGGA,
twenty-six
but
I'm
a
old
nigga
Don′t
make
me
fuck
around
and
show
niggas
How
to
leave
a
room
flat,
twenty
niggas
dead
No
money,
no
jewels,
bullets
in
they
head
Ain't
a
nigga
you
know
could
fuck
with
the
god
Rappins
just
a
hobby,
gun
bustin
a
job
Cuz
the
sickest
niggas
out
is
the
bitchest
niggas
out
And
I
could
take
em
on
the
street
and
straight
whip
em
in
the
house
Come
through
in
the
prettiest
Porshe,
the
grittiest
boss
State
gotta
talk
till
the
city
get
hoarse
I'm
the
icin
on
the
cake,
gangsta
of
the
state
Guns,
money
and
weight,
who
you
fuckin
wit
dawg?
(Chorus
- Jadakiss)
Uh,
I′m
a
Ruff
Ryder
Weed
smokin,
gun
totin′
heroin
supplier
I'm
a
Ruff
Ryder
On
the
low
dawg,
no
phone
calls,
got
my
shit
wired
I′m
a
Ruff
Ryder
Bust
for
my
niggas,
shh,
hush
for
my
niggas,
all
of
us
survivors
I'm
a
Ruff
Ryder
You
got
a
gun
on
you,
I
got
a
gun
on
me,
both
of
us
could
fire
(Styles
- Verse
Two)
I′m
just
dealin
with
the
tension
and
stress
Understand
I'm
from
the
School
of
Hard
Knock
and
my
suspension
is
death
I
keep
the
P-89
twenty
shot
in
the
coat
Better
squeeze
soon
as
you
see
me,
you
plottin
to
loc
I′m
a
little
more
than
itchy
Motherfucker,
when
it's
time
to
splatter
your
mask
or
burst
your
kidneys
So
go
head
and
get
your
sons
on
me
Like
I
give
a
fuck,
like
I'm
givin
up
I
got
four
guns
on
me
Get
down
and
dirty,
all
by
my
lonely
I
leave
your
brains
on
your
block
all
around
your
homies
Live
by
the
code
of
honor,
stay
holdin
armor
I
treat
beef
like
a
album
I
could
promote
the
drama
Stay
bustin
a
hammer,
sweatin
a
smilin
And
I
make
sure
these
motherfuckers′ll
regret
while
I′m
wildin
I'm
the
hustler
on
the
block
With
money
on
his
mind
and
some
bricks
in
his
hand,
P
can′t
be
stopped,
what
(Chorus
- Jadakiss)
(Styles
- Verse
Three)
You're
dealin
with
the
ghost
of
the
past
You
could
sleep
if
you
want,
and
get
fucked
with
this
toast
in
your
ass
I′m
the
gangsta
and
a
gentleman,
I
hope
you
the
best
And
tell
them
clear
the
front
seat
and
then
choke
you
to
death
Throw
the
gun
to
the
chair
try
to
open
your
chest
Get
blood
on
the
driver's
face,
window
and
dash
Burn
the
car
with
the
body
in
it,
bring
you
the
ash
I
get
down
on
a
hit
like
I′m
Sigel
the
cold
That
nigga
sniffed
up
yo
coke
I
could
bring
you
his
nose
If
he
stole
money
from
you
P
could
bring
you
his
hands
The
nigga
talk
too
much
I
bring
the
ears
of
his
mans
Need
weed
to
calm
down,
need
money
to
live
life
Fuck
a
watch
cause
my
time
is
tickin
Fuck
a
chain
I'm
already
hangin
Fuck
a
gang
I'm
already
bangin
Robbin
niggas
is
my
only
form
of
steady
payment
Play
it
sweet
I
might
be
in
your
house
L-O-X
black
mob
Holiday
and
I′m
out
What...
bitch?
1 Good Times
2 A Gangster And A Gentleman
3 Black Magic
4 Daddy Get That Cash
5 Lick Shots
6 And I Came To...
7 Get Paid
8 I'm A Ruff Ryder
9 Soul Clap
10 Styles
11 Listen
12 Nobody Believes Me
13 Dedication (Skit)
14 My Brother
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