Dope Money Lyrics
| Song | Dope Money |
| Artist | Ruff Ryders |
| Artist | L.O.X. |
| Album | Ryde Or Die, Vol.1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fields, Philips, Styles | |
| 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 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) |
| zuo qu : Fields, Philips, Styles | |
| 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 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Fields, Philips, Styles | |
| 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 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 |
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