[Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm
[Drag] Ha ha hah Drag-On:
Oh! Damn, nowHa, Ha, Ha
Oh, Damn
Now bop to this
Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'allOh Yeah
Ya'll know what this is (flame on)
Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on)Flame on
Juvenile
Drag-on
Flame on
And now.. now Swizz, Swizz Swizz Beats, yea! Beatz yeah
[Drag-On]Verse 1
Me and my niggaz niggas done licked shots
shots, evenEven done hit cops
Betcha niggazBet ya'll niggas can't wait til
till my shit drop
Treat you like your momma, give you moma given' lip a to pop
Nigga you don't want my clip to paper drop
Cause that means I'm empty, and you're empty
And your full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip you
Rip through tissue
Shoot another rhyme justShould have never rhymed
this cause I missed miss you
I make plus cash, you cash
Ya'll little
niggaz niggas can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs out
So it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that, you that
You better bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass land nigga ask back where the dust vest at
RideRock like the a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit line of like a fire and he but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back
in your weak raps boutAnd read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that, that
I don'tenter deleted
care about your feedback feed back
Y'all niggazYa'll niggas don't feed Drag
TilTell a motherfucker pull out, bust out
Bust a bullet out
in theIn ya safe house, nigga house
Nigga where the keys at
Nigga where the stash at, nigga at
Nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
MatterMater fact where the ass at, cause at
Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
the "Rough Rider"
and And I ain't aint talkin bout my niggaz niggas
Cause niggaNigga we can go hoe for hoe, hoe
Toe totoe to toe, blow
Blow for blow
andAnd when you feel fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that, I fill that
I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a
po'-po' wit aflame throwerenter deleted
like I toldenter added
yo' befo' ya know umm - you
You can't handle it
You can put me on wax butenter added
my fire burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On Rydin'
Y'all niggazDrag-on
Ya'll niggas and Southsiders south siders
Chorus: Drag-On + Various (repeat 2X)Chorus
(Drag-on:)
Do y'all niggaz ya'll niggas bust y'all guns? ya'll guns
(Hell(Voices:)
Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) guns
(Drag-on:)
Do y'all you fuck them til 'till they cum? cum
(Damn(Voices:)
Damn right we make them cum!!) cum
(Drag-on:)
It's for the North (HEY) north (hey)
South (HEY) (hey)
East (HEY) (hey)
West (HEY) (hey)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all ya'll
niggazniggas who ride rides 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 fucked with
nigga we split shit for the love of
green im all in
ruff ryding this bitch
theres gonna be consequences and reprecutions
up in this bitch
fuckin 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 (Repeat)
ChorusVerse 2
(Juvenile:)
In the late night
We be cockin 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
I'm tired of niggas be
thinkin that you usein' me
Runnin with them petty
ass niggas lookin' like
fools to me
I'm workin wit some change ha
And aint afraid to put 50
up on ya brain ha
You 'bout warin' over ya
people I'm the same ha
Look I'ma 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
don't play no games ha
Come outside don't see nothin'
but camoflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys straped
with (ban)danas tryin knock
off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch
I Ruff Ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money
Juve aint gettin nothin'
Ha, Ha, Ha that shit is funny
[Drag-On](Repat Chorus 2x)

Verse 3
(Drag-on:)
When my niggaz niggas get knocked weenter added
gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
Youyou better get the message, message
cause I done mailed it out
thatI'ma bang it like a hammer
and I'ma nail the South us out
East West, and write letters west the right
this for my niggaz niggas up North north
My guns made in China, China soenter added
you better dust off
Comin to getcha,Cause when they getcha
you gon' bleed gonna be ketchup
ketchup,I always got cheddar chedder
I never ass bet ya, and ya'
And I won't even sweat ya ya'
You won'tWe roll four much larger and better
My dough is never low, but low
But ifenter deleted
Drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater, sweater bet my Baretta baretta
Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype, throw hype
Throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit, you shit
You betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'allYa'll make me so tired
Y'all niggazYa'll niggas still rappin rappin'
like you
ya'll don't know my flow is
flows fire
and y'all ain'tYa'll aint got ya suits, ain't got ya ya'll boots
Probably gottaAint got ya'll suits
probaly got a gun that ain't aint
never shoot
When we they come you better hopeenter added
they don't name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin
rubbin' I'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause I ain't aint you
'fore I have your spirit spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck? WatchWana fuck watch out she'll she will bang you
causeCause I taught her well, y'all well
Ya'llplayers better haul to hell
But you niggaz niggas couldn't borrow a belt
WhoeverWho evers wit you is goin to gonna jail
DoIs you niggaz bust your guns? Oh niggas bustin' guns or
you
ain't bustin none, huh? aint bustin' none ha
You wanna fuck em til want to fuck'em till they cum, huh? cum ha
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R,Drag-on Juvenille double
up what you want huh? ha
Chorus 2X(Repeat chorus 4x)