Dope Money

Ruff Ryders

[Featuring The L.O.X.]






Intro:



What what



You over there Styles?



Yeah dog



Second album nigga real L.O.X.



Blaze



We run the streets yall know who to bet (C'mon)



Fuck yall niggas (Let's go)




Verse One:




Couldn't live the life I live



Why's that



I could die any minute I get high every minute



Fuckin' with snake niggas and sleepin' with foul bitches



Came thru on the lightest whip with two pounds in it



Pull over where the hustlers be



Why's that



Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin' Gs



So I'm always where the powder be at



What it mean



I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that



Stay away from where the cowards be at



Why's that



Time is money god, and you can't get an hour back



Or I would do it again to get the power back



Have godfather status, make niggas bow to that



You can all shine and glitter and keep the ones



Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up



Make a lot of money, and look bummy and what



Cause money aint shit, respect is everything



So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit



I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit



I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch



If the good die young, all that mean to me



is that the hood die young/ We call it the last days



What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in



Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write tickets



Henny and what, shit we can semi it up



With your picture on the wall, in memory of



Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood



We tryin' to get money like chinks in the hood



They ask me how I'm doing now



I tell ‘em better than them



And if your man front



He can get eleven in him



And if you told them once



Then you better tell him again



Ay yo, now let's see



Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss,



And S' paper




Chorus:




From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon)



Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money (Let's go)



Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon)



All my niggas will die over dope money (Let's go)



Bust your nine niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon)



We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and hide niggas (Let's go)



Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C'mon)



So don't fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)




Verse Two:



So we speakin', all I know your face will be leakin'



I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend



A nigga hoppin' all over the map



And what you learn



That niggas with long paper take longer to crap



That's why every chance I me a gat



And why you rather buy you a chain



I aim at your brain



Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go broke



When we can just take all yall dough



And then fly out to Cuba, and get in the coke fields



Die off the buddha, fifty and fifty mill



Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killed



If you come thru in a jet, you frontin' wit us



Cause when the coke price was up



It was nuthin to us



We got blocks full of heroin



Weed and dust/ Seen bullets pop off



Cause of greed and lust



And when the big dogs die



Who gon feed the pups



My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight



I circle the block, and cut off the lights



Pray to Christ



Cause when the cops come in, we carry shotguns



Dem niggas with the most ice, get the hot ones



Stay on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mine



And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow online



And by next year, we should have a thousand guns



Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One




Chorus:




From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon)



Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money (Let's go)



Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon)



All my