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[Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm
[Drag] Ha ha hah

Oh! Damn, now bop to this
Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on)
And now.. Swizz Swizz Beats, yea!

Me and my niggas done licked shots, even done hit cops
Betcha niggas 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 niggas can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs
Nigga fuck 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 niggas don't feed Drag
Til a motherfucker 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
And I ain't talkin bout my niggas
And when you feel your nose crack
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all niggas and Southsiders

Chorus: Drag-On + Various (repeat 2X)

Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck 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 niggas who ride the best

Hmmmm, hmmmmmmmm
In the late night, we be cockin iron and givin you stage fright
Yo head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe
Now say it right, Juvenile, Head tight
Stay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yay, aight?
I'm tired of you niggas, be thinkin that you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass niggas lookin like fools to me
I'm workin wit some change yeah
And ain't afraid to put fifty up on ya brains yeah
You bout worrin over yo' people I'm the same yeah
Look, I'mma have somebody sayin that's the shame yeah
But if them people come they ain't gon' give no names yeah
Baby the number one stunna don't play no games yeah
Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks
Them gather up boys strapped with cannons
Tryin to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch
I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money
Juve ain't gettin nuttin? ha ha ha that shit is funny..


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
That I'mma bang it like a hammer and I'mma nail the South
East West, and write letters for my niggas up North
My guns made in China, so you better dust off
I never ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya
You won't roll four and better
I'mma 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 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 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 fuck? Watch out she'll bang you
Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt
Whoever wit you is goin to jail
You wanna fuck em til they cum, huh?

Chorus 2X