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(feat. Yung Wun) [Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm [Drag] 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 niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops Betcha niggaz can't wait til my shit drop Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop Nigga 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 niggaz can't fuck wit Drag Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs Nigga fuck 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 Letras de cancionesin your weak raps bout how you bust gats Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback Y'all niggaz don't feed Drag Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out in the 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 Matter fact where the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider" and I ain't talkin bout my niggaz Cause nigga 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 nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On Y'all niggaz and Southsiders [Chorus: Drag-On + Various x2] Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all fuck 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 niggaz who ride the best [Yung Wun] HAaaa, this is a stick up Hoes get lit up, niggaz get split up South's in the house tonight So crank it up, for the one double nine nine How many niggaz still tryin to grind but my name they gonna shine Now to the fullest as I pull up wit my green fella wastin no time I gotta get mine, and if you ever nigga stoppin what I am tryin to do I'll make you suffer Cause I ain't got no love for you Nigga my crew carry fully automatics Mix wit dub street mathematics and if you make a mistake that's tragic My niggaz prey on bad habits and we ain't to be fucked with nigga we split shit for the love of green I'm all in Ruff Ryding this bitch There's gonna be consequences and reprecussions Up in this bitch, fuckin wit this D-S clique on some of that stop drop shit wit Drag-On, and Yung-Wun's who I be Make the shit not what I see From the down South to N-Y nigga shots Every nigga I run wit bust glocks so if ya niggaz bust ya gunz let's get down and dirty and if you cut em til they cum well... ya niggaz heard me! [Chorus] [Drag-On] 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 that I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South East West, and write letters for my niggaz 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 ass 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 nigga feel the heat in the 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 you don't know my flow is fire and y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots Probably 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 fuck? Watch out she'll bang you cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt Whoever wit you is goin to jail Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh? You wanna fuck em til they cum, huh? Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want huh? [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania