[Featuring Drag On Juvenile]
And now Swizz Swizz Beatz yeah
Me and my niggas done licked shots
Bet ya'll 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
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you
Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you
Ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit Drag
'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
I don't care about your feed back
Ya'll niggas don't feed Drag
Tell a motherfucker pull out
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
And when you fell your nose crack
I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin'
Ya'll niggas and south siders
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum
Damn right we make them cum
Head South, Head East, Head West
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best
We be cockin high givin' you stage fright
When I bust with the lead pipe
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 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 some body 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 straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo' shit
I Ruff Ryde your ass then
Juve ain't gettin nothin'
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
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out
this for my niggas up north
My guns made in China so you better dust off
Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
And I won't even sweat ya'
We roll much larger and better
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
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire
Ya'll ain't got ya'll boots
ain't got ya'll 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
Wana fuck watch out she will bang you
Ya'll 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'em till they cum ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha