[Juvenile] Mmmm hmmmmm
[Drag-On] Ha ha hah
Oh! Damn, now bop to this
Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on)
Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on)
And now.. Swizz Swizz Beats, yea!
[Drag-On]
Me and my n****z done licked shots, even done hit cops
Betcha n****z can't wait til my s**t drop
Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop
N**** you don't want my clip to drop
Cause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue
Shoot another rhyme just cause I missed you
I make plus cash, you little n****z can't f**k wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs
N**** f**k that, you better bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at
Ride like the girl but you can't trust cash
Spit line of fire and he can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back
in your weak raps bout how you bust gats
N**** we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback
Y'all n****z don't feed Drag
Til a motherf**ker pull out, bust a bullet out
in the safe house, n**** where the keys at
N**** where the stash at, n**** where the weed at
N**** pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Matter fact where the a** at, cause I got the "Ruff Ryder"
and I ain't talkin bout my n****z
Cause n**** we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
and when you feel your nose crack
That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower
like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that n**** Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all n****z and Southsiders...come on
Chorus: Drag-On + Various (Repeat 2X)
Do y'all n****z bust y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)
Do y'all f**k them til they cum?
(Damn right we make them cum!!)
It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) West (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n****z who ride the best
(Yung Wun)
HAaaa
This is a stick up
Hoes get lit up
N****z get split up
Souths in the house tonight
So crank it up
For the one double nine nine
How many n****z still trying to grind
But they aint gonna shine
Now as I pull up wit my green fellar
Wasting no time
I gotta get mine
And if you EVA
think of stopping whut I am trying to do
I'll make ya suffa
Cuz I ain't got no love for you
N**** my crew carry fully automatics
Mix wit street mathematics
And if you make a mistake thats, tragic
My n****z prey on bad habbits
And we aint to be F**KED WIT
N**** we split s**t, for the love of
Green I'm all in
Ruff Rydin this b****
Theres gonna be consequences and reprecutions up in this b****
F**kin wit this DS clique
On some of that stop drop s**t
Wit drag-on
But Young Wun's who I be
Make the s**t not what I see
From the down south to NY
N**** shots
Every n**** I run wit bust glocks
So if ya n****z bust ya guns
Lets get down and dirty
And if you cut em till they cum
Well... y'all n****z heard me
Chorus (2X)
[Drag-On]
When my n****z 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
that I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South
East West, and write letters for my n****z up North
My guns made in China, so you better dust off
Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar
I never a** bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya
You won't roll four 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 n**** feel the heat in the cold weather
Can't stand a n**** hype, throw me his b****
B**** come to my s**t, you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'all make me so tired
Y'all n****z still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire
and y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
Prolly gotta gun that ain't never shoot
When we 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 spirit with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna f**k? Watch out she'll bang you
cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you n****z couldn't borrow a belt
Whoever wit you is goin to jail
Do you n****z bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You wanna f**k em til they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, whatchu want huh?
Chorus 2X |
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