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
    [Chorus]