Testo Dope Money - Ruff Ryders feat. The LOX
Testo della canzone Dope Money (Ruff Ryders feat. The LOX), tratta dall'album Ryde Or Die, Vol.1
What, what?
Yo, you over there, Stiles? Yeah, dawg
Second album, nigga, Real L.O.X
We on the streets, nigga
Y'all know the best (c'mon)
Fuck y'all niggas wanna do
Let's go
Couldn't live the life I live
And why is that?
I could die any minute, I get high every minute
Fuckin' with snake niggas and sleepin' with fat bitches
Came through in the latest whip with two pounds in it
Pull over where the hustlers be
And why is that?
'Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin' keys
So I'm always where the powder be at, what it mean?
I could blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that
Stay away from where the cowards be at (why is that?)
Time is money and God, 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
Y'all could all shout and glitter and keep the ones
Five to tens but 20s and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, look bummy and what?
'Cause money ain't shit, respect is everything
So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit
I smoke blunts to the head, so don't ask me shit
I'd rather die from a bullet than a nasty bitch
They say the hood died young
All I mean to me is that the hood died young
We call it the last days
What you know about coppin' a house to fight pits in?
Or blowin' weed smoke when the cops that write tickets
Henny it up, shit, we could semi it up
Have a picture of you on the wall, memory of
Stay in sync with the hood, gray mace with the hood
Nigga, we tryin' to get money like chinks in the hood
They ask me how I'm doin' now
Sellin' better than them
And if your man front
He can get 11 in him
And if you told him once
Then you better tell him again
Ayo, now let's see
Uh-huh, who you know fuckin' with Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, and SP?
From dope money to rap money, back to dope money
From loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money
Let's go, I got the car, house, and the smoke with the dope money
Come on, all my niggas have died over dope money
Let's go, I'm bustin' out of niggas, side-by-side niggas
If we get the RICO law, we gon' run it hot, niggas
Shit, death is the only thing that might divide niggas
So don't fuck around with them Ryde Or Die niggas
Let's go, basically speaking, all I know your face will be leakin'
I rap full-time and still pump bass on the weekend
And nigga, I've been all over the map, and what you learned?
That niggas with long paper take longer to crack
That's why every chance I get, I buy me a gat
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 always take all y'all dope?
And then fly out to Cuba and get in the coke biz
Die off to Buddha, 50 with 50 mil
Bring drama, 'cause Giancana got Kennedy killed
If you come through in a jet, then you frontin' to us
'Cause when the coke price was up, it was nothin' 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
We 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
And when the cops come, we don't care, we got shotguns
And 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 RuffRyders, Ryde or Die Volume One (what)
From dope money to rap money
Back to dope money
I got loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money
Got the car, house, and the smoke, with the dope money
All my niggas that die, over dope money
Let's go, bushing out of niggas, side by side niggas
Come on, we get the RICO law
We gon' run and hide, niggas see
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas
Come on, So don't fuck around with them Ryde Or Die niggas
Let's go, come on, you know, you know, let's go
You heard EJ, L-O-X, let's go
That's everyone, kids
My nigga, yeah, Big D, Carl and Ralph
Justo Smith, black gold
Moco, black, casino
You know, my nigga Chep, My nigga Bugs
Yeah, my nigga Tip, Rod, Spider Black
Big hit, You know, come on, yeah
The girl Eve, it's right gone, baby
Come on, let's go!
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Writer(s): David Styles, Jason Phillips, Anthony Fields
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What Ya Want (feat. Eve & Nokio)
Jigga My N***a (feat. JAY-Z)
Takin' Money (Skit)
I'm A Ruff Ryder (feat. Parle)
Bugout (feat. DMX)
Kiss Of Death (feat. Jadakiss)
The Hood (feat. Drag-On, Beanie Sigel, Jadakiss, Mysonne, Inf Red & NuChild)