歌曲 | Dope Money |
歌手 | Ruff Ryders |
歌手 | L.O.X. |
专辑 | Ryde Or Die, Vol.1 |
作曲 : Fields, Philips, Styles | |
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 ‘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 | |
Chorus: From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon) | |
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money (Let's go) | |
Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon) | |
All my niggas will die over dope money (Let's go) | |
Bust your nine niggas, | |
Side by side niggas (C'mon) | |
We hit the ?wreek? of law, | |
Run and hide niggas (Let's go) | |
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C'mon) | |
So don't fuck around with them | |
Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go) | |
Verse Two: | |
So we speakin', all | |
I know your face will be leakin' | |
I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend | |
A nigga hoppin' all over the map | |
And what you learn | |
That niggas with long paper take longer to crap | |
That's why every chance | |
I me a gat | |
And 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 just take all yall dough | |
And then fly out to | |
Cuba, and get in the coke fields | |
Die off the buddha, fifty and fifty mill | |
Bring drama cause | |
Gianconna got | |
Kennedy killed | |
If you come thru in a jet, you frontin' wit us | |
Cause when the coke 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 lust | |
And when the big dogs die | |
Who 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 | |
Cause when the cops come in, we carry shotguns | |
Dem 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 Ruff | |
Ryde, Ryde or | |
Die Volume | |
One Chorus: | |
From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon) | |
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money (Let's go) | |
Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon) | |
All my niggas will die over dope money (Let's go) | |
Bust your nine niggas, | |
Side by side niggas (C'mon) | |
We hit the ?wreek? of law, | |
Run and hide niggas (Let's go) | |
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C'mon) | |
So don't fuck around with them | |
Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go) |
zuò qǔ : Fields, Philips, Styles | |
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 ' 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 | |
Chorus: From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money C' mon | |
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money Let' s go | |
Car house in the smoke, over dope money C' mon | |
All my niggas will die over dope money Let' s go | |
Bust your nine niggas, | |
Side by side niggas C' mon | |
We hit the ? wreek? of law, | |
Run and hide niggas Let' s go | |
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas C' mon | |
So don' t fuck around with them | |
Ryde or Die niggas Let' s go | |
Verse Two: | |
So we speakin', all | |
I know your face will be leakin' | |
I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend | |
A nigga hoppin' all over the map | |
And what you learn | |
That niggas with long paper take longer to crap | |
That' s why every chance | |
I me a gat | |
And 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 just take all yall dough | |
And then fly out to | |
Cuba, and get in the coke fields | |
Die off the buddha, fifty and fifty mill | |
Bring drama cause | |
Gianconna got | |
Kennedy killed | |
If you come thru in a jet, you frontin' wit us | |
Cause when the coke 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 lust | |
And when the big dogs die | |
Who 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 | |
Cause when the cops come in, we carry shotguns | |
Dem 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 Ruff | |
Ryde, Ryde or | |
Die Volume | |
One Chorus: | |
From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money C' mon | |
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money Let' s go | |
Car house in the smoke, over dope money C' mon | |
All my niggas will die over dope money Let' s go | |
Bust your nine niggas, | |
Side by side niggas C' mon | |
We hit the ? wreek? of law, | |
Run and hide niggas Let' s go | |
Death is the only thing that might divide niggas C' mon | |
So don' t fuck around with them | |
Ryde or Die niggas Let' s go |