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Oh, damn now bop to this oh<br /> Yeah y&#39;all know what this is<br /> Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on<br /> And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah<br /> Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops<br /> Bet y&#39;all niggaz can&#39;t wait till my shit drop<br /> Treat you like your moma given&#39; lip to pop<br /> Nigga you don&#39;t want my paper drop<br /> &#39;Cause that means I&#39;m empty, and your full of it<br /> Check what the bullet did, missiles gonna hit you get you<br /> Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed this &#39;cause I miss you<br /> I make plus cash y&#39;all little niggaz can&#39;t fuck wit drag<br /> Got the chain out so it&#39;s bust and grab<br /> Nigga fuck that you better bust back<br /> &#39;Fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at<br /> Rock like a girl but you can&#39;t trust cash<br /> Spit like a fire but you can&#39;t touch black<br /> All you can do is cuss back and read back<br /> How you bust gats nigga we don&#39;t need that<br /> I don&#39;t care about your feed back, y&#39;all niggaz don&#39;t feed drag<br /> Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house<br /> Nigga where the keys at nigga?<br /> Where the stash at nigga? Where the weed at?<br /> Nigga pass that &#39;fore I pull my trigger<br /> Mater fact where the ass at? &#39;Cause I got the Ruff Ryders<br /> And I aint talkin&#39; bout my niggaz<br /> Nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow<br /> And when you fell your nose crack<br /> That mean I broke that I&#39;m fittin&#39; to po-po<br /> Wit a flame thrower like I told yo&#39; befo&#39;, ya know<br /> You can&#39;t handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles<br /> And who that nigga ruff rydin&#39; Drag-On y&#39;all niggaz and south siders<br /> Do y&#39;all niggaz bust y&#39;all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns<br /> Do you fuck them &#39;till they cum, damn right we make them cum<br /> It&#39;s for the north, head south, head east, head west<br /> Ruff Ryders gonna show y&#39;all niggaz who rides the best<br /> Do y&#39;all niggaz bust y&#39;all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns<br /> Do you fuck them &#39;till they cum, damn right we make them cum<br /> It&#39;s for the north, head south, head east, head west<br /> Ruff Ryders gonna show y&#39;all niggaz who rides the best<br /> In the late night, we be cockin&#39; high givin&#39; you stage fright<br /> Yo&#39; head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe<br /> And I say right, Juvenile hey tight, stay hype, now page mike<br /> And make sure he got all the yeah, aight?<br /> I&#39;m tired of niggaz be thinkin&#39; that you usin&#39; me<br /> Runnin&#39; with them petty ass niggaz lookin&#39; like fools to me<br /> I&#39;m workin&#39; wit some change, yeah<br /> And ain&#39;t afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah<br /> You &#39;bout warin&#39; over ya people I&#39;m the same, yeah<br /> Look, I&#39;ma have some body sayin&#39; thats the shame game<br /> But if them people come they ain&#39;t gonna give no names, yeah<br /> Playin&#39; with the number one son don&#39;t play no games, yeah<br /> Come outside don&#39;t see nothin&#39; but camouflage and bricks<br /> Yo&#39; get some boys strapped with bandannas tryin&#39; knock off yo&#39; shit<br /> Ya stankin&#39; bitch, I ruff ryde your ass then<br /> Cashin&#39; for money Juve ain&#39;t gettin&#39; nothin&#39;, that shit is funny<br /> <br /> Do y&#39;all niggaz bust y&#39;all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns<br /> Do you fuck them &#39;till they cum, damn right we make them cum<br /> It&#39;s for the north, head south, head east, head west<br /> Ruff Ryders gonna show y&#39;all niggaz who rides the best<br /> Do y&#39;all niggaz bust y&#39;all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns<br /> Do you fuck them &#39;till they cum, damn right we make them cum<br /> It&#39;s for the north, head south, head east, head west<br /> Ruff Ryders gonna show y&#39;all niggaz who rides the best<br /> When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out<br /> When it come to my gun my shells is out<br /> You better get the message &#39;cause I done mailed it out<br /> I&#39;ma bang like a hammer and I&#39;ma nail us out<br /> East, west the right this for my niggaz up north<br /> My guns made in China so you better dust off<br /> &#39;Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup<br /> I always got chedder I never ass bet ya&#39;<br /> And I won&#39;t even sweat ya&#39; we roll much larger and better<br /> My dough is never low but if drag is down on his last<br /> I&#39;ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta<br /> Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather<br /> Can&#39;t stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch<br /> Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her<br /> Be like a dog with a bone I run with her<br /> Y&#39;all make me so tired y&#39;all niggaz still rappin&#39;<br /> Like y&#39;all don&#39;t know my flows fire<br /> Y&#39;all ain&#39;t got y&#39;all boots ain&#39;t got y&#39;all suits<br /> Probaly got a gun that ain&#39;t never shoot<br /> When they come you better hope they don&#39;t name you<br /> &#39;Cause like two sticks rubbin&#39; I&#39;ll flame you<br /> Don&#39;t try to be me &#39;cause I ain&#39;t you<br /> &#39;Fore I have your spirits with the angels<br /> My shorty keep a gun on the ankles<br /> Wanna fuck, watch out she will bang you<br /> &#39;Cause I taught her well, y&#39;all players better haul to hell<br /> But you niggaz couldn&#39;t borrow a belt<br /> Who evers wit you is gonna jail<br /> Is you niggaz bustin&#39; guns or you ain&#39;t bustin&#39; none, ha<br /> You want to fuck&#39;em till they cum, ha<br /> Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha<br /> Do y&#39;all niggaz bust y&#39;all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns<br /> Do you fuck them &#39;till they cum, damn right we make them cum<br /> It&#39;s for the north, head south, head east, head west<br /> Ruff Ryders gonna show y&#39;all niggaz who rides the best<br /> Do y&#39;all niggaz bust y&#39;all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns<br /> Do you fuck them &#39;till they cum, damn right we make them cum<br /> It&#39;s for the north, head south, head east, head west<br /> Ruff Ryders gonna show y&#39;all niggaz who rides the best<br /> Do y&#39;all niggaz bust y&#39;all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns<br /> Do you fuck them &#39;till they cum, damn right we make them cum<br /> It&#39;s for the north, head south, head east, head west<br /> Ruff Ryders gonna show y&#39;all niggaz who rides the best<br /> Do y&#39;all niggaz bust y&#39;all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns<br /> Do you fuck them &#39;till they cum, damn right we make them cum<br /> It&#39;s for the north, head south, head east, head west<br /> Ruff Ryders gonna show y&#39;all niggaz who rides the bestLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>

Down Bottom Lyrics


Oh, damn now bop to this oh
Yeah y'all know what this is
Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on
And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah
Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops
Bet y'all niggaz can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop
'Cause that means I'm empty, and your full of it
Check what the bullet did, missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed this 'cause I miss you
I make plus cash y'all little niggaz can't fuck wit drag
Got the chain out so it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that you better bust back
'Fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back and read back

How you bust gats nigga we don't need that
I don't care about your feed back, y'all niggaz don't feed drag
Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at nigga?
Where the stash at nigga? Where the weed at?
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Mater fact where the ass at? 'Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I aint talkin' bout my niggaz
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to po-po
Wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo', ya know
You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga ruff rydin' Drag-On y'all niggaz and south siders
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
In the late night, we be cockin' high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right, Juvenile hey tight, stay hype, now page mike
And make sure he got all the yeah, aight?
I'm tired of niggaz be thinkin' that you usin' me
Runnin' with them petty ass niggaz lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin' wit some change, yeah
And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah
You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same, yeah
Look, I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names, yeah
Playin' with the number one son don't play no games, yeah
Come outside don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys strapped with bandannas tryin' knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch, I ruff ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', that shit is funny
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out
East, west the right this for my niggaz up north
My guns made in China so you better dust off
'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'
And I won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger and better
My dough is never low but if drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'all make me so tired y'all niggaz still rappin'
Like y'all don't know my flows fire
Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got y'all suits
Probaly got a gun that ain't never shoot
When they come you better hope they don't name you
'Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you
'Fore I have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck, watch out she will bang you
'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you niggaz bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none, ha
You want to fuck'em till they cum, ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best
Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum
It's for the north, head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best

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Ryan Montgomery A.K.A. Royce Da 5′9″ - born July 5, 1977 - is a rapper hailing from Detroit, Michigan, United States. In addition to his work as a solo artist, Royce has released material as a member of the "super group" Slaughterhouse (with Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz and Crooked I ) and with Eminem as the duo Bad Meets Evil.

The name “Royce” came from his R shaped Turkish link chain which was said to have resembled a Rolls Royce logo. During high school Royce was one of the shortest players on his basketball team, standing 5′9” at age 18.

Royce signed with Tommy Boy records in 1998 and later was slated to release his debut album Rock City. Though this relationship was premature, Royce ended up leaving the label citing creative differences.

Royce began working with well known Game Recordings who helped get him in front of the right people to negotiate a deal with Columbia Records. Royce’s Rock City debut was yet again plagued with delays, during which the album was heavily bootlegged. Though not in their favor, Columbia chose to release Rock City in limited quantity and quickly went out of print by the time Royce left Columbia.

Around this time Royce dropped the underground banger “Boom” with production by Dj Premier. Soon thereafter he joined up with Koch / Game Recordings and released Rock City (Version 2.0) independently.

Most well known for his association with Slim Shady – the two met at a concert while Slim was promoting his Slim Shady EP. The two formed a Duo called Bad Meets Evil, releasing a number of tracks including “Renegades” [Original Version], “Nuttin’ to Do”, “Scary Movies”, “She’s the One”, and “See You In Hell”, which appeared on Eminem’s album The Slim Shady LP, titled “Bad Meets Evil”.

In 2001 Royce was set to work with Dr Dre’s Chronic 2000 project as a ghostwriter. He contributed tracks including “The Message”, “The Throne Is Mine”, “Stay In Your Place” and the original version of “Xxplosive” titled “The Way I Be Pimpin’”.

Royce’s association with Dr. Dre ceased when his manager, Kino Childrey spoke to a reporter about Eminem and Dre in the studio. Royce refused to dismiss his manager and long time friend, ending his relationship with Dre.

Royce and Em had a mutual friendship with Proof. Though Royce had bad blood with D12 member, Bizarre, stemming from a earlier freestyle battle with Royce’s brother. Misscommunication escalated the beef between the pair, causing it to spiral out of control and include all members of the rap group D12.

In 2002, Royce called Eminem to request to be signed to Shady Records. Eminem declined and soon thereafter signed 50-cent to Shady Records instead.

Royce released several diss tracks including “Shit on U” (over D12’s “Shit on You”), taking shots at Bizzare of D12. Royce continued record dis tracks including “We Ridin’”, “Death Day”, and “Malcolm X”. There’s speculation that Royce and Em often wrote bars dissing each other subliminally.

From 2002-2003 Royce kept a low profile releasing releasing Build & Destroy, and Build & Destroy: The Lost Sessions Part 1 across the mixtape circuit.

In 2003, Royce’s beef with D12 finally reached its tipping point. Royce and Proof and their entourages spilled into the streets of Detroit arguing but the issue dissipated once firearms were drawn. The two rappers spent a night in jail, and settled their beef.

In 2004 Royce released his sophomore effort Death Is Certain on Koch records, as well as two mixtapes from his crew M.I.C. (Make it Count). The crew includes members Royce, Kid Vishis,and June.

2005 marked Royce’s third full length album release Independent’s Day on Trouble/M.I.C. Records.

Royce Da 5′9″ was sentenced to jail on September 19, 2006 for parole violation for a prior DUI charge. Royce was sentenced to one year in the clink at Oakland County Jail, Pontiac, Michigan. On January 9, 2007, Royce got out of jail on work-release.

Royce has a strong ghostwriting resume including the track “Tell Me” ft. Christina Aguilera for Diddy’s album Press Play.

In May 2007, Royce Da 5′9″ released a mixtape called The Bar Exam which features DJ Premier and Statik Selektah on the Wheels of Steel.

In 2008, Royce confirmed that he had officially resolved his longstanding differences with Eminem and celebrated with a reunion concert on July 12, 2008 at Saint Andrews Hall. A mixtape of the reunion concert was soon released thereafter.

Royce also had beef with other industry majors including Mistah Fab, Cashi$, and Joe Budden, Kanye West and the Ruff Ryders.

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