Drag-on - Ruff Ryder's Anthem Lyrics
This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets (uh huh)And this thing right here and get your ass off your feet (come on)Drag-onThey call me drag-on,Its time to bomb,I'll burn'em allTill they all sayTurn em off 'Cause these chicksI'ma run em allChickenheads know i be the colonelCuz i burn eternalMixes wit they infernalSo be careful 'fore i burn youYou better learn dude,Yeah i heard youBut i'ma hurt you,But you don't knowMy verses too is a virtueRuff ryders be the team,Which means a lot cream,Lot of schemesLot of beamsTo make your stock drop,Right on the seamsNigga here is too hotAnd too muchFor you to touchBetter tell your man cuz i'm too toughInaudibly too dust do you bustCuz we do you can ask peopleBut quietlyBut they don't believe until they leave violentlyIs you buying usCuz niggas that purchase is under the dirt kidThey call me drag-on;I'm the youngest buck at bunkersCollabo' wit my dogs from yonkersBut this bronx bombersSpitting flame so you betterWear your armorFlame on!Chorus: dmx (repeat 2x)My dogs gon' stop; your dogs gon' dropAnd then we go, shut'em down open up shopFirst we had em like ohh,Now they like noWhat baby that's how ruff ryders rollJadakissWhen i pop up,I lock shop up,Pull the drop upPark a block up,Hit the alarm,Put the top upStash the 'dro in my sockThen pull my sock upAnd keep the burnerBut if it's hot put my glock upYou know what i'm aboutSliding offGet my ***** suckedOr writing rhymesWatching scarface in the hot tubWhat you wanna betWhen i pull it outIf you don't shoutThen every bullet'll goIn and outWho you know besides 'kissTake a piss in the bottle of crisThen give it to a modeling *****And you like your watch plainI'ma flood mineAlligator bloodlineTrained to fine coke and write one timeStylesYa'll niggas ain't hearing me outTil i pop up appear in your houseClearing it out, holiday styleEverybody acting violent and wildSnatch the wife silence the childThat's how we move,Kill me my man kill youThat's how you lose,I ruff rydeI don't like this slideFelt that i slippedThen the guns only helping the clipAnd the clip's only helping my handAnd like who the ***** is helping your manWhen i ***** back and hop out the vanDouble r, get a job, play the shit in the carHear the party start a fight at the barSnatch ya all sell your shit for some cokeAnd get the ***** out the dodgeEveGuess you figure that my niggasFlip us pullin triggasWho's team crowd aroundTrying to flick a picture,Get wit ya this ***** from holding it down off this quickerNigga not making sense better stay up off the liquorBlond bomb-shell caramel, heavy spenderGet you saying i'm they sister hush ya mouth 'fore i hit yaStick it in wise guys fake thugs and bullshittersTake you for a ride cover up your eye then i get yaUsed to be shyer, now i'ma ruff ryderBig niggas play me close, when they used to ride by aSnatching up your figure fronting know you dig usHaters screaming who that ***** (uhh) mind your (uhh) business niggaChorusDmxUh huh, uh, uh, uh x is gonna hit ya'll niggaz hardLeave ya'll niggaz scarred*****ing with the dogWhen you *****ing with the godRip ya'll niggaz arm,Faggot nigga sawRemember me from up north,I had you scared to coughMy name is ringing bells,In penitentiary cellsI'm making thugs rebel,Ain't hard to tellYou never really wanted itSo the mic is just the fun of itOutta sixteen shots i'ma hit,Which one of you niggaz am i gonna getThought you knew what i was gonna spitThis time with this rhyme but by the end of itYa'll niggaz is gon' be like yo x ripped itDid my thing as usual it's never gonna stopBut them cats can't be for real,I got this shit lockedIs that a game or a jokeTell the name or get smokedSimple as that,Simple as black,To the throatHit'em all up to the coat,Now you losing your life (grrrrrr)A dog is a dog for life!
