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Dope Money
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Written By: Split P @ Dmx-Domain.com
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Intro:
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What, what
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You over there Styles?
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Yeah dog
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Second album nigga, real L.O.X.
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Blaze
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We run the streets, yall know who to bet (C'mon)
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Fuck yall niggas (Let's go)
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Verse One:
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Couldn't live the life I live
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Why's that
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I could die any minute, I get high every minute
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Fuckin' with snake niggas, and sleepin' with foul bitches
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Came thru on the lightest whip with two pounds in it
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Pull over where the hustlers be
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Why's that
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Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin' Gs
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So I'm always where the powder be at
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What it mean
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I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that
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Stay away from where the cowards be at
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Why's that
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Time is money god, and you can't get an hour back
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Or I would do it again to get the power back
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Have godfather status, make niggas bow to that
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You can all shine and glitter and keep the ones
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Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
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Make a lot of money, and look bummy and what
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Cause money aint shit, respect is everything
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So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit
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I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit
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I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch
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If the good die young, all that mean to me
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is that the hood die young/ We call it the last days
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What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in
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Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
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Henny and what, shit we can semi it up
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With your picture on the wall, in memory of
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Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
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We tryin' to get money like chinks in the hood
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They ask me how I'm doing now
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I tell 멷m better than them
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And if your man front
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He can get eleven in him
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And if you told them once
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Then you better tell him again
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Ay yo, now let's see
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Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss,
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And S' paper
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Chorus:
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From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon)
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Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money (Let's go)
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Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon)
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All my niggas will die over dope money (Let's go)
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Bust your nine niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon)
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We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and hide niggas (Let's go)
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Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C'mon)
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So don't fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)
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Verse Two:
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So we speakin', all I know your face will be leakin'
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I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend
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A nigga hoppin' all over the map
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And what you learn
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That niggas with long paper take longer to crap
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That's why every chance I me a gat
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And why you rather buy you a chain
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I aim at your brain
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Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go broke
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When we can just take all yall dough
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And then fly out to Cuba, and get in the coke fields
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Die off the buddha, fifty and fifty mill
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Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killed
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If you come thru in a jet, you frontin' wit us
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Cause when the coke price was up
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It was nuthin to us
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We got blocks full of heroin
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Weed and dust/ Seen bullets pop off
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Cause of greed and lust
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And when the big dogs die
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Who gon feed the pups
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My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight
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I circle the block, and cut off the lights
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Pray to Christ
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Cause when the cops come in, we carry shotguns
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Dem niggas with the most ice, get the hot ones
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Stay on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mine
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And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow online
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And by next year, we should have a thousand guns
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Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One
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Chorus:
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From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon)
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Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money (Let's go)
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Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon)
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All my niggas will die over dope money (Let's go)
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Bust your nine niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon)
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We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and hide niggas (Let's go)
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Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C'mon)
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So don't fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)
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Dope Money
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