Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Mel Jason Smalls, Truis Grey, Kasseem Dean
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Ruff RydersDown Bottom Lyrics:
Ha, ha, ha oh, damn now bop to this
Oh yeah, y'all know what this is
Flame on, Juvenile, Drag-on, flame on
And now Swizz, Swizz beatz yeah
Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet y'all niggas can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop
'Cause that means I'm 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, y'all little niggas can't fuck wit drag
Got the chain out so it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that you better bust back
'Fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that I don't care about your feedback
Y'all niggas don't feed drag
Tell a motherfucker 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 ain't 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 I'm fittin' to po-po wit a flame thrower
Like I told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it, you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin'
Drag-on y'all niggas and south siders
Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them till they cum?
Damn right we make them cum
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who rides the best
Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them till they cum?
Damn right we make them cum
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who rides the best
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 usin' me
Runnin' with them petty ass niggas
Lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin' wit some change ha
And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha
You 'bout warin' over ya people, I'm the same ha
Look I'ma have somebody
Sayin' that's the shame game
But if them people come they ain't 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 strapped with bandannas
Tryin' knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch, I ruff ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money juve ain't gettin' nothin' ha, ha, ha that shit is funny
Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them till they cum?
Damn right we make them cum
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who rides the best
Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them till they cum?
Damn right we make them cum
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who rides the best
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
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma 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 won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger 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 heat in cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch
Bitch 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 niggas still rappin'
Like y'all don't know my flows fire
Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got
Y'all suits probably got a gun that ain't never shoot
When they 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 spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck watch out she will bang you
'Cause I taught her well y'all players better haul to hell
But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you niggas bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none ha
You want to fuck them till they cum ha
Drag-on Juvenile double up what you want ha
Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them till they cum?
Damn right we make them cum
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who rides the best
Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them till they cum?
Damn right we make them cum
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who rides the best
Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them till they cum?
Damn right we make them cum
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who rides the best
Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them till they cum?
Damn right we make them cum
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who rides the best
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