Lyrics: THE L.O.X. "DOPE MONEY" (0/1)

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What, what?

Intro:

(This goes out to the general public)

What, what

Yo, you over there Styles? Yeah dog

You over there Styles?

(Anybody sleepin' on us)

Yeah dog

Second album nigga, two guns up nigga

Second album nigga, real L.O.X.

Real L.O.X., blaze

Blaze

"We Are the Streets" nigga, y'all know who the best

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

(C'mon)

Fuck yall niggas (Let's go)

Fuck y'all niggas wanna do, what, what?

(Let's go)

Verse One:

Couldn't live the life I live

(Yo why's that)

Why's that

I could die any minute, I get high every minute

Fuckin' with snake niggas, and sleepin' with foul bitches

Fuckin' with snake niggas, and

Came through in the latest whip with two pounds in it

sleepin' with foul bitches

Came thru on the lightest whip with two pounds in it

Pull over where the hustlers be

(And why's that)

Why's that

'Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin' ki's

Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin' Gs

So I'm always where the powder be at

(What it mean)

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)

Why's that

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

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

Have godfather status, make niggas bow to that

You can all shine and glitter and keep the ones

You could all shine and glitter and keep the ones

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

Make a lot of money, look bummy and what

Make a lot of money, and look bummy and what

'Cause money ain't shit, respect is everything

Cause money aint shit, respect is everything

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

I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass 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

They say the good die young, all that mean to me

If the good die young, all that mean to me

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

Is that the hood die young, we call it the last days

What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in

What you know about coppin' a house to fight pits in

Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write tickets

Henny iy up, shit we can semi it up

Henny and what, shit we can semi it up

With your picture on the wall, in memory of

Have a picture of you 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

They ask me how I'm doing now

I tell 慹m better than them

And if your man front, he can get eleven in him

And if your man front

And if you told them once, then you better tell him again

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.P.

Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss,

And S' paper

From dope money to rap money, back to dope money

Chorus:

(C'mon)

From loaded guns to empty ones, over dope money

(Let's go)

We got the car house and the smoke, with the dope money

(C'mon)

All my niggas that died, over dope money

(Let's go)

Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas

(C'mon)

If we get the RICO law, we go 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)

Basically speakin', all I know your face will be leakin'

From dope money to rap money, and

I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend

back to dope money (C'mon)

A nigga hoppin' all over the map, and what you learned

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

That niggas with long paper take longer to crack

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

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

That's why every chance I buy me a gat

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

Why you rather buy you a chain, I aim at your brain

We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and

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

hide niggas (Let's go)

When we could always take all y'all dough

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)

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

Verse Two:

Die off the Buddha, fifty with fifty mill

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 through in a jet, then you frontin' to us

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

Cause when the coke price was up

Cause when the coke price was up, it was nuthin' to us

It was nuthin to us

We got blocks full of heroin, weed and dust

We got blocks full of heroin

Seen bullets pop off, 'cause of greed and lust

Weed and dust Seen bullets pop off

And when the big dogs die, who gon' feed the pups

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

I circle the block, and cut off the lights

And when the cops come, we don't care, we got shotguns

Pray to Christ

And niggas with the most ice, get the hot ones

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

From dope money to rap money, back to dope money

Chorus:

(C'mon)

From loaded guns to empty ones, over dope money

From dope money to rap money, and

(Let's go)

back to dope money (C'mon)

We got the car house and the smoke, with the dope money

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

(C'mon)

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

All my niggas that died, over dope money

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

(Let's go)

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

We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and

Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas

hide niggas (Let's go)

(C'mon)

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

If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas

So don't fuck around with them Ryde

(Let's go)

or Die 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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