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