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Down Bottom feat Drag-On &
DMX & Ruff Ryders
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Oh, damn
How 'bout this, nigga?
Y'all know what this is
Juvenile, Drag-On, and Swizz Swizz Beats
Me and my niggas gon' lick shots
Either gonna hit cops
But you niggas can't wait 'til my shit drop
Treat you like your momma give you lip for 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 tissues
Shoot another rhyme just in case I miss you
I make plus cash, you little niggas can't fuck with Drag
Got the chain out, so it's muscle grabs
Fuck that, you better bust back
'Fore you bring your ass clown where the gats at
Ride like a girl but you can't trust cats
Spit a lot of fire and you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back
And you read raps 'bout how you bust gats
Nigga, we don't need that
I don't care what your feedback
Y'all niggas don't feed Drag
'Til a motherfucker pull out
Bust a bullet out in your 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
Matter fact, where the X at?
'Cause I got the Ruff Rydin'
And I ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas
And nigga, we can go ho for ho
Toe to toe, blow for blow
And when you feel your nose crack
That mean I broke that
I fill a .44 with a flame thrower
Like I told y'all before
You know, you can't handle me
You can put me on wax but fire burn candles
Now who that nigga Ruff Rydin'?
Drag-On, y'all niggas Southsiders
Do y'all niggas bust your guns?
(Hell yeah, we bust our guns)
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
(Damn right, we make 'em cum)
It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best
Do y'all niggas bust your guns?
(Hell yeah, we bust our guns)
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
(Damn right, we make 'em cum)
It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best
In the late night
We be cockin' iron, givin' you stage fright
Your head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe
Now say it right
Juvenile, hey tight, stay hype
Now page Mike
And make sure he got all the yay, aight?
I'm tired of you bitches be thinkin' that you usin' me
Runnin' with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin' with some change, yeah
And ain't afraid to put fifty up on your brain, yeah
You 'bout woman over your people, I'm the same, yeah
Look, I'ma have somebody sayin' that's a shame, yeah
But if them people come, they ain't gon' give no names, yeah
Baby, the number one stunner don't play no games, yeah
Come outside and see nothin' but camo
All them big snubbed guns
Yeah, we got a boys packed with cannons
Tryna knock off your shit
Nigga, stankin' bitch, I'll rough ride your ass, yeah
Cash in for money
Juvi ain't gettin' nothin'
Hahaha, that shit is funny
Do y'all niggas bust your guns?
(Hell yeah, we bust our guns)
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
(Damn right, we make 'em cum)
It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best
Do y'all niggas bust your guns?
(Hell yeah, we bust our guns)
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
(Damn right, we make 'em cum)
It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best
When my niggas get knocked, we gon' bail 'em out
When it come to my gun, my shells is out
You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out
That I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail the South
East, West, and by cutters from niggas up North
My guns made in China, so you better duck soft
Come when I get you, you gon' bleed ketchup
I always got cheddar, I never ass bet ya
And I won't even sweat ya
You gon' go forward and better
My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my Beretta
Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hyped over his bitch
If you feelin' my shit, you better come get her
'Cause like a dog with a bone, I'll run with her
Y'all make me so tired
Y'all niggas still rappin' like you don't know my flow's fire
And y'all ain't got the suits, ain't got your boots
Probably got a gun that ain't never shoot
When we come, you better hope they don't aim 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 her ankles
Wanna fuck, watch out, she'll fuck you
'Cause I taught her well
Y'all players better haul to Hell
I bet you niggas gettin' ball and bail
Whoever with you is goin' to jail
Nigga, bust your gun or you ain't bustin' none, huh?
You wanna fuck with your gun, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want?
Do y'all niggas bust your guns?
(Hell yeah, we bust our guns)
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
(Damn right, we make 'em cum)
It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best
Do y'all niggas bust your guns?
(Hell yeah, we bust our guns)
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
(Damn right, we make 'em cum)
It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best
Do y'all niggas bust your guns?
(Hell yeah, we bust our guns)
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
(Damn right, we make 'em cum)
It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best
Do y'all niggas bust your guns?
(Hell yeah, we bust our guns)
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
(Damn right, we make 'em cum)
It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best