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)