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 do