Lirik Lagu Dope Money - Ruff Ryders
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[Featuring The L.O.X.]
Intro:What whatYou over there Styles?Yeah dogSecond album nigga real L.O.X.BlazeWe run the streets yall know who to bet (C'mon)Fuck yall niggas (Let's go)
Verse One:
Couldn't live the life I liveWhy's thatI could die any minute I get high every minuteFuckin' with snake niggas and sleepin' with foul bitchesCame thru on the lightest whip with two pounds in itPull over where the hustlers beWhy's thatCause I get chills when you talk of hustlin' GsSo I'm always where the powder be atWhat it meanI can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if thatStay away from where the cowards be atWhy's thatTime is money god, and you can't get an hour backOr I would do it again to get the power backHave godfather status, make niggas bow to thatYou can all shine and glitter and keep the onesFives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it upMake a lot of money, and look bummy and whatCause money aint shit, respect is everythingSo if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shitI take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shitI'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitchIf the good die young, all that mean to meis that the hood die young/ We call it the last daysWhat you know about coppin a house to fight pits inOr blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write ticketsHenny and what, shit we can semi it upWith your picture on the wall, in memory ofStay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hoodWe tryin' to get money like chinks in the hoodThey ask me how I'm doing nowI tell ‘em better than themAnd if your man frontHe can get eleven in himAnd if you told them onceThen you better tell him againAy yo, now let's seeWho 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 weekendA nigga hoppin' all over the mapAnd what you learnThat niggas with long paper take longer to crapThat's why every chance I me a gatAnd why you rather buy you a chainI aim at your brainNigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go brokeWhen we can just take all yall doughAnd then fly out to Cuba, and get in the coke fieldsDie off the buddha, fifty and fifty millBring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killedIf you come thru in a jet, you frontin' wit usCause when the coke price was upIt was nuthin to usWe got blocks full of heroinWeed and dust/ Seen bullets pop offCause of greed and lustAnd when the big dogs dieWho gon feed the pupsMy niggas is here, so you know the circle is tightI circle the block, and cut off the lightsPray to ChristCause when the cops come in, we carry shotgunsDem niggas with the most ice, get the hot onesStay on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mineAnd if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow onlineAnd by next year, we should have a thousand gunsNigga 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
Intro:What whatYou over there Styles?Yeah dogSecond album nigga real L.O.X.BlazeWe run the streets yall know who to bet (C'mon)Fuck yall niggas (Let's go)
Verse One:
Couldn't live the life I liveWhy's thatI could die any minute I get high every minuteFuckin' with snake niggas and sleepin' with foul bitchesCame thru on the lightest whip with two pounds in itPull over where the hustlers beWhy's thatCause I get chills when you talk of hustlin' GsSo I'm always where the powder be atWhat it meanI can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if thatStay away from where the cowards be atWhy's thatTime is money god, and you can't get an hour backOr I would do it again to get the power backHave godfather status, make niggas bow to thatYou can all shine and glitter and keep the onesFives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it upMake a lot of money, and look bummy and whatCause money aint shit, respect is everythingSo if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shitI take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shitI'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitchIf the good die young, all that mean to meis that the hood die young/ We call it the last daysWhat you know about coppin a house to fight pits inOr blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write ticketsHenny and what, shit we can semi it upWith your picture on the wall, in memory ofStay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hoodWe tryin' to get money like chinks in the hoodThey ask me how I'm doing nowI tell ‘em better than themAnd if your man frontHe can get eleven in himAnd if you told them onceThen you better tell him againAy yo, now let's seeWho 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 weekendA nigga hoppin' all over the mapAnd what you learnThat niggas with long paper take longer to crapThat's why every chance I me a gatAnd why you rather buy you a chainI aim at your brainNigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go brokeWhen we can just take all yall doughAnd then fly out to Cuba, and get in the coke fieldsDie off the buddha, fifty and fifty millBring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killedIf you come thru in a jet, you frontin' wit usCause when the coke price was upIt was nuthin to usWe got blocks full of heroinWeed and dust/ Seen bullets pop offCause of greed and lustAnd when the big dogs dieWho gon feed the pupsMy niggas is here, so you know the circle is tightI circle the block, and cut off the lightsPray to ChristCause when the cops come in, we carry shotgunsDem niggas with the most ice, get the hot onesStay on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mineAnd if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow onlineAnd by next year, we should have a thousand gunsNigga 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
