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[Juve] hmmmmm
Ha ha hah

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

Me and my done licked shots, even done hit cops
Betcha can't wait til my shit drop
Treat you like momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my clip to
that means I'm empty, and you're full of it
Check what the did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through
Shoot another just cause I missed you
I make plus cash, you niggaz can't fuck wit Drag
Got the out, so his muscle grabs
Nigga fuck that, you better bust
'fore ya monkey-ass land where the at
Ride like the girl but you can't cash
line of fire and he can't touch black
All you can do is back
in your weak raps bout how you gats
Nigga we don't need that, I care about your feedback
Y'all don't feed Drag
Til a pull out, bust a bullet out
in the safe house, nigga the keys at
Nigga where the stash at, where the weed at
Nigga that 'fore I pull my trigger
Matter fact the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"
and I talkin bout my niggaz
Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for
and when you feel nose crack
That mean I that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower
like I yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my fire candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin,
Y'all niggaz and

Chorus: Drag-On + (repeat 2X)

Do y'all niggaz y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck them til cum?
(Damn right we make cum!!)
for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show niggaz who ride the best

Hmmmm,
In the night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright
Yo head might explode, when I bust with the pipe
Now say it right, Juvenile, HE
Stay hype, now page Mike and sure he got all the yea, aight?
I'm of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin fools to me
I'm wit some change aiy
And aint afraid to put up on ya brain yay
You bout warrin over yo' I'm the same yay
Look, I'ma somebody sayin that's the shame yay
But if them people come they ain't give no names yay
with the number one stun'na don't play no games yay
Come and see nothin but camouflage and bricks
gather up boys strapped with cannons
tryin to knock off yo' shit, you stanky
I'll Ruff your ass then, Cash in for Money
Juven' ain't nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny

When my niggaz get knocked we gonna them out
When it come to my gun my is out
You better get the message, I done mailed it out
that I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the
East West, and write letters for my up North
My guns in China, so you better dust off
Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got
I never ass bet ya, and I won't even ya
You won't four and better
My dough is never low, but if is down on his last
reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta
Make a nigga feel the in the cold weather
stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit, you betta get her
Be like a dog a bone I run with her
make me so tired
Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my is fire
and y'all got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
Probably gotta gun that ain't shoot
When we come you hope they don't name you
Cause like two rubbin I'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause I you
I have your spirit with the angels
My keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck? out she'll bang you
I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't a belt
Whoever wit you is goin to
Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none,
You wanna fuck em til cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want

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