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Drag-On

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[Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm
[Drag] Ha ha hah

Oh! Damn, now bop to this
Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on)
Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on)
And now.. Swizz Swizz Beats, yea!

[Drag-On]
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 your lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my clip to drop
Cuz 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 cuz 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 your 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 niggaz don't feed Drag
Till 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
Matter fact where the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"
And I ain't talkin' bout my niggaz
Cuz nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
And when you feel your nose crack
That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower
like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all niggas and Southsiders come on

Hook: Drag-On + Various (2x)

Do y'all niggas bust y'all 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

[Juvenile]
In the late night, we be cockin' nine givin' em stage fright
Your head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe
Now say it right, Juvenile, he tight, stay hype, now page Mike
And make sure he got all the yeah aight?
I'm tired of these niggas, 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 brains yeah
You 'bout warrin' over your people, I'm the same yeah
Look, I'ma have someone sayin' that's the shame yeah
But if them people come they ain't gon' give no names yeah
Play with the number one stunna, don't play no games yeah
Come outside and see nothin' but down boys and bricks
Them ghetto boys strapped with cannons tryin' to knock off your shit
You stanky bitch, I'll ruff ryde your ass then cash in for money
Juven ain't gettin' nuthin, ha ha ha, that shit is funny

Hook (2x)

[Drag-On]
When my niggas get knocked we gon' bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message, cuz I done mailed it out
That I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South
East, West, and write letters for my niggas up North
My guns made in China, so you better dust off
Comin' to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar
I never ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya
You won't roll four 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 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 got a 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
Cuz I taught her well, y'all playas better haul to hell
But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt
Whoever wit you is goin to jail
Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You wanna fuck em till they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want huh?

Hook (4x)

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