Dope Money - Ruff Ryders, L.O.X.

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 Ђ?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

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

Loaded guns, the empty ones, over do