Mmmm, mmmm

Ha, Ha, Ha Oh, Damn

Now bop to this Oh Yeah

Ya'll know what this is

Flame on

Juvenile, Drag-on

Flame on

And now Swizz, Swizz Beatz yeah

Me and my n**s done licked shots

Even done hit cops

Bet ya'll n**s can't wait till my s**t drop

Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop

N**a you don't want my paper drop

Cause that means I'm empty

And your full of it

Check what the bullet did

Missiles gonna hit you get you

Rip through tissue Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you

I make plus cash (Wha) Ya'll little n**s can't f**k wit Drag

Got the chain out So it's bust and grab

N**a f**k that You better bust back 'fore ya n**a 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 (What? What? What?)

All you can do is cuss back And read back how you bust gats

N**a we don't need that I don't care about your feed back (Uh)

Ya'll n**s don't feed Drag

Tell a m**r pull out Bust a bullet out In ya safe house

N**a where the keys at N**a where the stash at N**a where the w**d at

N**a pass that 'fore I pull my trigger

Mater fact where the ass at Cause I got the Ruff Ryders

And I aint talkin bout my n**s

N**a we can go hoe for hoe Toe to toe Blow for blow

And when you fell your nose crack

That mean I broke that I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know

You can't handle it You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles

And who that n**a Ruff Rydin' Drag-on Ya'll n**s and south siders

Do ya'll n**s bust ya'll guns

Hell yeah we bust our guns

Do you f**k them 'till they c**m

Damn right we make them c**m

It's for the north

Head South, Head East, Head West

Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll n**s who rides the best

In the late night

We be cockin high givin' you stage fright

Yo' head might explode

When I bust with the lead pipe

And I say right

Juvenile hey tight

Stay hype

Now page Mike

And make sure he got all the yeah aight

I'm tired of n**s be thinkin that you usein' me

Runnin with them petty ass n**s lookin' like fools to me

I'm workin wit some change ha

And aint 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' thats the shame game

But if them people come they aint 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' s**t

Ya stankin' b**h I Ruff Ryde your ass then

Cashin' for money Juve aint gettin nothin' Ha, Ha, Ha that s**t is funny

When my n**s 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

East west the right this for my n**s up north

My guns made in China so you better dust off

Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup

I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'

And I won't even sweat ya' We roll much larger 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 n**a feel heat in cold weather

Can't stand a n**a hype Throw me his b**h

B**h come to my s**t You betta come get her

Be like a dog with a bone I run with her

Ya'll make me so tired

Ya'll n**s still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire

Ya'll aint got ya'll boots

Aint got ya'll suits probaly got a gun that aint 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 aint you

Fore I have your spirits with the angels

My shorty keep a gun on the ankles

Wana f**k watch out she will bang you

Cause I taught her well

Ya'll players better haul to hell

But you n**s couldn't borrow a belt

Who evers wit you is gonna jail

Is you iggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha

You want to f**k'em till they c**m ha

Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha