Unique Studios in New York City, New York - 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***a - two guns up n***a Real L.O.X. - blaze! "We Are the Streets" n***a, y'all know who the best (C'mon) f** y'all n***as 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**in with snake n***as, and sleepin with foul b**hes (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***as 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**, respect is everything So if I k** n***as dead, don't ask me sh**) I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pa** me sh** I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty b**h 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** 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) 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 f**in 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***as'll die, over dope money (Let's go) Bust your nine n***as, side by side n***as (C'mon) If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide n***as (Let's go) d**h is the only thing that might divide n***as (C'mon) So don't f** around with them Ryde or Die n***as (Let's go) [Verse Two - Jadakiss] Basically speakin, all I know your face will be leakin I rap full time and still pump ba** on the weekend And n***a I've been all over the map (and what you learned?) That n***as 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***a, 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 coke fields Die off the buddha, fifty with fifty mill Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy k**ed If you come through in a jet, then you frontin to us Cause when the coke price was up - it was nuthin to us We got blocks full of h**n, weed and dust Seen bullets pop off cause of greed and lust And when the big dogs die, who gon feed the pups? My n***as 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***as with the most ice, get the hot ones Stay on your job, cuz n***a I'mma stay on mine And if I lose my voice n***a, I'mma flow online And by next year, we should have a thousand guns n***a RuffRyders, Ryde or Die Volume One (what!) Chorus