Ruff Ryders Dope Money Lyrics

What, what
You over there Styles?
Yeah dog
Second album n____, real L.O.X.
Blaze
We run the streets, yall know who to bet (C'mon)
f___ yall n____s (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
f___in' with snake n____s, and sleepin' with foul b____es
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 n____s 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 b__my and what
Cause money aint s___, respect is everything
So if I kill n____s dead, don't ask me s___
I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me s___
I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty b____
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, s___ we can semi it up
And put 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 c____s 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 f___in with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss,
And SP

Chorus:

From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon)
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over do