- L.O.X. **** Money 歌詞
- Ruff Ryders L.O.X.
- What, what
You over there
Styles? Yeah dog
Second album ******, real
L.O.X. Blaze
We run the streets, yall know who to bet (Cmon)
****** yall ******s (Lets go)
Verse One:
Couldnt live the life
I live Whys that
I could die any minute,
I get high every minute
****** with snake ******s, and sleepin with foul ******es
Came thru on the lightest whip with two pounds in it
Pull over where the hustlers be
Whys that
Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin
Gs So Im 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
Whys that
Time is money god, and you cant get an hour back
Or I would do it again to get the power back
Have godfather status, make ******s bow to that
You can all *******ne 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 *******t, respect is everything
So if I kill * *****s dead, dont ask me *******t
I take blunts to the head, so dont pass me *******t
Id rather die from a bullet , than a nasty ******
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 ****** smoke on the cops that write tickets
Henny and what, *******t 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 ******s in the hood
They ask me how
Im 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 lets see
Who you know ****** with
Sheek Luc,
Jadakiss,
And S paper
Chorus: From **** money to rap money, and back to **** money (Cmon)
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over **** money (Lets go)
Car house in the smoke, over **** money (Cmon )
All my ******s will die over **** money (Lets go)
Bust your nine ******s,
Side by side ***** *s (Cmon)
We hit the ?wreek? of law,
Run and hide ******s (Lets go)
Death is the only thing that might divide ***** *s (Cmon)
So dont ****** around with them
Ryde or Die ******s (Lets 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 ****** hoppin all over the map
And what you learn
That ******s with long paper take longer to crap
Thats why every chance
I me a gat
And why you rather buy you a chain
I aim at your brain
******, 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
Gianconnagot
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 *** ***
****** and dust/
Seen bullets pop off
Cause of greed and lust
And when the big dogs die
Who gon feed the pups
My ******s 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 ******s with the most ice, get the hot ones
Stay on your job, ******
Ima stay on mine
And if I lose my voice ******,
Ima flow online
And by next year, we should have a thousand guns
****** Ruff
Ryde, Ryde or
Die Volume
One Chorus:
From **** money to rap money, and back to **** money (Cmon)
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over **** money (Lets go)
Car house in the smoke, over **** money (Cmon)
All my ******s will die over **** money (Lets go)
Bust your nine *** ***s,
Side by side ******s (Cmon)
We hit the ?wreek? of law,
Run and hide ******s (Lets go)
Death is the only thing that might divide ******s (Cmon)
So dont ****** around with them
Ryde or Die ******s (Lets go)
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