Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dope Money , by - Ruff Ryders. Release date: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Dope Money |
| What, what |
| You over there Styles? |
| Yeah dog |
| Second album nigga, real L.O.X. |
| Blaze |
| We run the streets, yall know who to bet (C'mon) |
| Fuck yall niggas (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 |
| Fuckin’with snake niggas, and sleepin’with foul bitches |
| 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 niggas 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 bummy and what |
| Cause money aint shit, respect is everything |
| So if I kill niggas dead, don’t ask 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 |
| 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, shit we can semi it up With your picture 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 Ђ?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 fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss, |
| And S’paper |
| From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon) |
| Loaded guns, the empty ones, over do |