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  • [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 ***** wit drag
  • Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs
  • Nigga ***** 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
  • Nigga we don't need that, i don't care about your feedback
  • Y'all niggaz don't feed drag
  • Til a mother*****er 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 (repeat 2x)
  • Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns?
  • (hell yeah we bust our guns!!)
  • Do y'all ***** 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
  • Because souths in the house tonight
  • So crank it up
  • For the one double nine nine
  • How many niggaz still trying to grind
  • But my name they gonna shine
  • ????? as i pull up wit my green fellar
  • Wasting no time
  • I gotta get mine
  • And if u ever
  • Nigga stopping whut i am trying to do
  • I ll make you suffer
  • Cuz i aint got no love for you
  • Nigga my crew carry fully automatics
  • Mix wit street like a matics
  • And if you make a mistake thats tragic
  • My niggaz prey on bad habbits
  • And we aint to be *****ed with
  • Nigga we split shit for the love of
  • Green im all in
  • Ruff ryding this *****
  • Theres gonna be consequences and reprecutions
  • Up in this *****
  • *****in wit this ds clicque
  • On some of that stop drop shit
  • Wit drag-on
  • But ya wants who i be
  • Make the shit not what i see
  • From the down south to ny
  • Nigga shots
  • Every nigga i run wit bust guns
  • So if ya niggaz bust ya gunz
  • Lets get down and dirty
  • And if you cut em till they cum
  • Welll... ya niggaz heard em
  • 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 *****
  • ***** 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 *****? 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 ***** em til they cum, huh?
  • Drag-on, juvenile, double r, what you want huh?
  • Chorus 2x

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