What, what? (This goes out to the general public) Yo.. you over there Styles? - Yeah dog (Anybody sleepin on us) Second album nigga - two guns up nigga Real L.O.X. - blaze! "We Are the Streets" nigga, y'all know who the best (C'mon) Fuck y'all niggas wanna do - what, what? (Let's go)
[Verse One] Couldn't live the life I live (yo why's that) I could die any minute, I get high every minute Fuckin with snake niggas, and sleepin with foul bitches 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 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 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 aint shit, respect is everything So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch 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 iy up, shit 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 fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss, and S.P.
[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 niggas that died, over dope money (Let's go) Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas (C'mon) If we get the RICO law, we go 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] Basically 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 learned That niggas with long paper take longer to crack That's why every chance I buy me a gat 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 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 killed 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 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 And when the cops come, we don't care, we got shotguns And 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