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Ruff Ryders - Down Bottom Lyrics

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  • Drag-on:
  • Ha, ha, ha oh, damn now bop to this oh yeah yall know what this is flame on juvenile drag-on flame on and now swizz, swizz beatz yeah
  • Drag-on:
  • Me and my niggas done licked shots
  • Even done hit cops
  • Bet yall niggas cant wait till my shit drop
  • Treat you like your moma given lip to pop
  • Nigga you dont want my paper drop
  • Cause that means Im 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 yall little niggas cant ***** wit drag
  • Got the chain out so its bust and grab
  • Nigga ***** that you better bust back fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
  • Rock like a girl but you cant trust cash
  • Spit like a fire but you cant touch black
  • All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats
  • Nigga we dont need that I dont care about your feed back
  • Yall niggas dont feed drag
  • Tell a mother*****er 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 niggas
  • 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 Im fittin to po-po wit a flame thrower like I told yo befo ya know
  • You cant handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
  • And who that nigga ruff rydin drag-on yall niggas and south siders
  • Chorus (drag-on:)
  • Do yall niggas bust yall guns
  • (chant:) hell yeah we bust our guns
  • (drag-on:) do you ***** them till they cum
  • (chant:) damn right we make them cum
  • (drag-on:) its for the north
  • (voices:) head south, head east, head west
  • (drag-on:) ruff ryders gonna show yall niggas who rides the best
  • (repeat)
  • Juvenile:
  • In the late night
  • We be *****in 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
  • Im tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein me
  • Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin like fools to me
  • Im workin wit some change ha
  • And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha
  • You bout warin over ya people Im the same ha
  • Look ima have some body sayin thats the shame game
  • But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha
  • Playin with the number one son dont play no games ha
  • Come outside dont see nothin but camoflage and bricks
  • Yo get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo shit
  • Ya stankin ***** I ruff ryde your ass then
  • Cashin for money juve aint gettin nothin ha, ha, ha that shit is funny
  • (repat chorus 2x)
  • Drag-on:
  • When my niggas 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
  • Ima bang like a hammer and ima nail us out
  • East west the right this for my niggas 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 wont even sweat ya we roll much larger and better
  • My dough is never low
  • But if drag is down on his last
  • Ima reach in my sweater bet my baretta
  • Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
  • Cant stand a nigga hype throw me his *****
  • ***** come to my shit you betta come get her
  • Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
  • Yall make me so tired yall niggas still rappin like yall dont know my flows fire
  • Yall aint got yall boots aint got yall suits probaly got a gun that aint never shoot when they come you better hope they dont name you
  • Cause like two sticks rubbin Ill flame you
  • Dont try to be me cause I aint you
  • fore I have your spirits with the angels
  • My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
  • Wana ***** watch out she will bang you
  • Cause I taught her well yall players better haul to hell
  • But you niggas couldnt borrow a belt
  • Who evers wit you is gonna jail
  • Is you iggas bustin guns or you aint bustin none ha
  • You want to *****em till they cum ha
  • Drag-on juvenille double up what you want ha (repeat chorus 4x)

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