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the lox - dope money lyrics

what, what?
(this goes out to the general public)
yo.. you over there styles? – yeah dog
(anybody sleepin on us)
second album n-gga – two guns up n-gga
real l.o.x. – blaze!
“we are the streets” n-gga, y’all know who the best
(c’mon) f-ck y’all n-ggas wanna do – what, what?
(let’s go)

[verse one – styles p. and (jadakiss)]
couldn’t live the life i live (yo why’s that?)
i could die any minute, i get high every minute
f-ckin with snake n-ggas, and sleepin with foul b-tches
(came through in the latest whip with two pounds in it)
pull over where the hustlers be (and why’s that?)
cause i get chills when you talk of hustlin ki’s
(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 and 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-ggas bow to that)
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
(cause money ain’t sh-t, respect is everything
so if i k!ll n-ggas dead, don’t ask me sh-t)
i smoke blunts to the head, so don’t p-ss me sh-t
i’d rather die from a bullet, than a nasty b-tch
they say 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 it up, sh-t we can semi it up
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) ch-nks 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-ckin with sheek louch, jadakiss, and s.p., what!

chorus: the l.o.x

from dope money to rap money, back to dope money (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 n-ggas’ll die, over dope money (let’s go)
bust your nine n-ggas, side by side n-ggas (c’mon)
if we get the rico law, we go run and hide n-ggas (let’s go)
death is the only thing that might divide n-ggas (c’mon)
so don’t f-ck around with them ryde or die n-ggas (let’s go)

[verse two – jadakiss]
basically speakin, all i know your face will be leakin
i rap full time and still pump b-ss on the weekend
and n-gga i’ve been all over the map (and what you learned?)
that n-ggas with long paper take longer to crack
that’s why every chance i buy me a gat
while you rather buy you a chain – i aim at your brain
n-gga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go broke
when we could always take all y’all dough
and then fly out to cuba and get in the c0ke fields
die off the buddha, fifty with fifty mill
bring drama cause gianconna got kennedy k!lled
if you come through in a jet, then you frontin to us
cause when the c0ke 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 l-st
and when the big dogs die, who gon feed the pups?
my n-ggas 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
them n-ggas with the most ice, get the hot ones
stay on your job, cuz n-gga i’mma stay on mine
and if i lose my voice n-gga, i’mma flow online
and by next year, we should have a thousand guns
n-gga ruffryders, ryde or die volume one (what!)

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