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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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