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	Current version of Drag-On Lyrics Down Bottom (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/d/drag-on/down/) Current version of the lyrics						Version 1 of Drag-On Lyrics Down Bottom (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/d/drag-on/down/v1.html) Version 1 of the lyrics
1	Drag-On:						[Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm	1
1							[Drag] Ha ha hah	1
2	Ha, Ha, Ha						Oh! Damn, now bop to this	2
3	Oh, Damn						Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on)	3
4	Now bop to this						Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on)	4
5	Oh Yeah						And now.. Swizz Swizz Beats, yea!	5
1	Ya'll know what this is							1
6	Flame on						[Drag-On]	6
7	Juvenile						Me and my niggaz done licked	7
8	Drag-on						shots, even done hit cops	8
9	Flame on						Betcha niggaz can't wait til my shit drop	9
10	And now Swizz, Swizz Beatz yeah						Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop	10
11							Nigga you don't want my clip to drop	11
12	Verse 1						Cause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it	12
2	Me and my niggas done licked shots							2
3	Even done hit cops							3
4	Bet ya'll niggas can't wait							4
5	till my shit drop							5
6	Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop							6
7	Nigga you don't want my paper drop							7
8	Cause that means I'm empty							8
9	And your full of it							9
	Check what the bullet did						Check what the bullet did
13	Missiles gonna hit you get you						Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue	13
14	Rip through tissue						Shoot another rhyme just cause I missed you	14
15	Should have never rhymed						I make plus cash, you little	15
16	this cause I miss you						niggaz can't fuck wit Drag	16
17	I make plus cash						Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs	17
18	Ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit Drag						Nigga                        fuck that, you better bust back	18
19	Got                              the chain out						'fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at	19
20	So it's bust and grab						Ride like the girl but you can't trust cash	20
21	Nigga fuck that						Spit line of fire and he can't touch black	21
10	You better bust back							10
11	'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at							11
12	Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash							12
13	Spit like a fire but you can't touch black							13
	All you can do is cuss back						All you can do is cuss back
22	And read back             how you bust gats						in your weak raps bout how you bust gats	22
23	Nigga we don't need that						Nigga we don't need that, I don't	23
24	I don't care about your feed back						care about your feedback	24
25	Ya'll niggas don't feed Drag						Y'all niggaz don't feed Drag	25
26	Tell a motherfucker pull                        out						Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out	26
27	Bust a bullet out						in the safe house, nigga where the keys at	27
28	In ya safe house						Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the weed at	28
14	Nigga where the keys at							14
15	Nigga where the stash at							15
16	Nigga where the weed at							16
	Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger						Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
29	Mater fact where the ass at						Matter fact where the ass at, cause I got	29
30	Cause I got the Ruff Ryders						the "Rough Rider"	30
31	And I aint talkin bout my niggas						and I ain't talkin bout my niggaz	31
32	Nigga        we can go hoe for hoe						Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe,	32
33	Toe to toe						toe to toe, blow for blow	33
34	Blow for blow						and when you feel your nose crack	34
35	And when you fell your nose crack						That mean I broke that, I fill a	35
36	That mean I broke that						po'-po' wit a flame thrower	36
37	I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a						like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle	37
38	flame thrower like I told						You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles	38
39	yo' befo' ya know						And who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On	39
40	You can't handle it						Y'all niggaz and Southsiders	40
17	You can put me on wax but							17
41	my fire burn candles						Chorus: Drag-On + Various (repeat 2X)	41
18	And who that nigga Ruff Rydin'							18
42	Drag-on						Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns?	42
43	Ya'll niggas and south siders						(Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)	43
2							Do y'all fuck them til they cum?	2
3							(Damn right we make them cum!!)	3
4							It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)	4
5							East (HEY) West (HEY)	5
6							Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all	6
7							niggaz who ride the best	7
8								8
9							(yung wun)	9
10							HAaaa	10
11							this is a stick up	11
12							hoes get lit up	12
13							niggaz get split up	13
14							because souths in the house tonight	14
15							so crank it up	15
16							for the one double nine nine	16
17							how many niggaz still trying to grind	17
18							but my name they gonna shine	18
19							????? as i pull up wit my green fellar	19
20							wasting no time	20
21							i gotta get mine	21
22							and if u ever	22
23							nigga stopping whut i am trying to do	23
24							i ll make you suffer	24
25							cuz i aint got no love for you	25
26							nigga my crew carry fully automatics	26
27							mix wit street like a matics	27
28							and if you make a mistake thats tragic	28
29							my niggaz prey on bad habbits	29
30							and we aint to be fucked with	30
31							nigga we split shit for the love of	31
32							green im all in	32
33							ruff ryding this bitch	33
34							theres gonna be consequences and reprecutions	34
35							up in this bitch	35
36							fuckin wit this ds clicque	36
37							on some of that stop drop shit	37
38							wit drag-on	38
39							but ya wants who i be	39
40							make the shit not what i see	40
41							from the down south to ny	41
42							nigga shots	42
43							every nigga i run wit bust guns	43
44							so if ya niggaz bust ya gunz	44
45							lets get down and dirty	45
46							and if you cut em till they cum	46
47							welll... ya niggaz heard em	47
	Chorus						Chorus
19	(Drag-on:)							19
44	Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns						[Drag-On]	44
45	(Voices:)						When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out	45
20	Hell yeah we bust our guns							20
21	(Drag-on:)							21
22	Do you fuck them 'till they cum							22
23	(Voices:)							23
24	Damn right we make them cum							24
25	(Drag-on:)							25
26	It's for the north (hey)							26
27	South (hey)							27
28	East (hey)							28
29	West (hey)							29
30	Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll							30
31	niggas who rides the best							31
32								32
33	(Repeat)							33
34								34
35	Verse 2							35
36	(Juvenile:)							36
37	In the late night							37
38	We be cockin high givin' you stage fright							38
39	Yo' head might explode							39
40	When I bust with the lead pipe							40
41	And I say right							41
42	Juvenile hey tight							42
43	Stay hype							43
44	Now page mike and make sure he							44
45	got all the yeah aight							45
46	I'm tired of niggas be							46
47	thinkin that you usein' me							47
48	Runnin with them petty							48
49	ass niggas lookin' like							49
50	fools to me							50
51	I'm workin wit some change ha							51
52	And aint afraid to put 50							52
53	up on ya brain ha							53
54	You 'bout warin' over ya							54
55	people I'm the same ha							55
56	Look I'ma have some body sayin'							56
57	thats the shame game							57
58	But if them people come they aint							58
59	gonna give no names ha							59
60	Playin' with the number one son							60
61	don't play no games ha							61
62	Come outside don't see nothin'							62
63	but camoflage and bricks							63
64	Yo' get some boys straped							64
65	with (ban)danas tryin knock							65
66	off yo' shit							66
67	Ya stankin' bitch							67
68	I Ruff Ryde your ass then							68
69	Cashin' for money							69
70	Juve aint gettin nothin'							70
71	Ha, Ha, Ha that shit is funny							71
72								72
73	(Repat Chorus 2x)							73
74								74
75	Verse 3							75
76	(Drag-on:)							76
77	When my niggas get knocked we							77
78	gonna bail them out							78
	When it come to my gun my shells is out						When it come to my gun my shells is out
46	you better get the message						You better get the message,	46
	cause I done mailed it out						cause I done mailed it out
47	I'ma bang     like a hammer						that I'ma bang it like a hammer	47
48	and I'ma nail us out						and I'ma nail the South	48
49	East west the right						East West, and write letters for my niggaz up North	49
50	this for my niggas up north						My guns made in China, so you better dust off	50
51	My guns made in China so						Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed	51
52	you better dust off						ketchup, I always got cheddar	52
53	Cause when they getcha						I never ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya	53
54	you gonna be ketchup						You won't roll four and better	54
55	I always got chedder						My dough is never low, but if	55
56	I never ass bet ya'						Drag is down on his last	56
57	And I won't even sweat ya'						I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta	57
58	We roll much larger and better						Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather	58
59	My dough is never low						Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch	59
60	But if Drag is down on his last						Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her	60
79	I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta							79
80	Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather							80
81	Can't stand a nigga hype							81
82	Throw me his bitch							82
83	Bitch come to my shit							83
84	You betta come get her							84
	Be like a dog with a bone I run with her						Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
61	Ya'll make me so tired						Y'all make me so tired	61
62	Ya'll niggas still rappin'						Y'all niggaz still rappin like you	62
63	like ya'll don't know my						don't know my flow is fire	63
64	flows fire						and y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots	64
65	Ya'll aint got ya'll boots						Probably gotta gun that ain't never shoot	65
66	Aint got ya'll suits						When we come you better hope they don't name you	66
67	probaly got a gun that aint						Cause like two sticks rubbin I'll flame you	67
68	never shoot						Don't try to be me cause I ain't you	68
69	When they come you better hope						'fore I have your spirit with the angels	69
85	they don't name you							85
86	Cause like two sticks							86
87	rubbin' I'll flame you							87
88	Don't try to be me cause I aint you							88
89	'fore I have your spirits with the angels							89
	My shorty keep a gun on the ankles						My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
70	Wana fuck watch out she will bang you						Wanna fuck? Watch out she'll       bang you	70
71	Cause I taught her well						cause I taught her well, y'all	71
72	Ya'll players better haul to hell						players better haul to hell	72
73	But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt						But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt	73
74	Who evers wit you is gonna     jail						Whoever        wit you is goin to jail	74
75	Is you niggas bustin' guns or						Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you	75
76	you aint bustin' none ha						ain't bustin none, huh?	76
77	You want to fuck'em till they cum ha						You wanna fuck em til they cum, huh?	77
78	Drag-on Juvenille double						Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want huh?	78
90	up what you want ha							90
79	(Repeat chorus 4x)						Chorus 2X	79

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