Tom: Bb minor
Verse 1
Oh, damn
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Now bop to this
Oh Yeah
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Ya'll know what this is
Flame on
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Juvenile
Drag-on
Flame Flame on
And now Swizz, Swizz Beatz yeah
Verse 2
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Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet ya'll niggas can't
wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your
moma given' lip to pop
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Nigga you don't want my paper drop
Cause that means I'm empty
And your full of it
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Check what the bullet did
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Missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue
Should have never rhymed
this cause I miss you
I make plus cash
Ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit Drag
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Got the chain out
So it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that
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'Fore ya nigga ask back
where the vest at
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Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
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Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back
And read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that
I don't care about your feed back
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Ya'll niggas don't feed Drag
Tell a motherfucker pull out
Bust a bullet out
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Nigga where the keys at
Nigga where the stash at
Nigga where the weed at
Matter 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
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
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And when you fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that
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I'm fittin to PO-PO wit wit a flame thrower
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like I told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it
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You can put me on wax but my fire
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin'
Drag-on
Ya'll niggas and south siders
Verse 3
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Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
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Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum
Bb
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Damn right we make them cum
It's for the north
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Head South, Head East, Head West
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll
niggas who rides the best
Verse 4
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Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
Bb
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Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum
Bb
Damn right we make them cum
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Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll
niggas who rides the best
Verse 5
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We be cockin' high givin'
Yo' head might explode
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When I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right
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Juvenile hey tight
Stay hype
Now page mike and make sure
he got all the yeah aight
I'm tired of niggas be thinkin'
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that you usin' me
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Runnin' with them petty ass nig gas
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lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin' wit some change yeah
And ain't afraid to put fifty
up on ya brain yeah
You 'bout warin' over ya
people I'm the same yeah
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Look I'ma have some body
sayin' that's the shame game
But if them people come they ain't
gonna give no names yeah
Playin' with the number one
stunna don't play no games yeah
Come outside don't see nothin'
but camouflage and bricks
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Yo' get some boys strapped with
'danas tryin' knock off yo' shit
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Ya stankin' bitch
I Ruff Ryde your ass then
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Cashin' for money
Juve ain't gettin nothin'
Ha, Ha, Ha that shit is funny
Verse 6
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Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
Bb
Hell yeah we bust our guns
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Do you fuck them 'till they cum
Bb
Damn right we make them cum
Bb
Head South, Head East, Head West
Cm
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll
niggas who rides the best
Verse 7
Cm
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
Bb
Cm
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum
Bb
Damn right we make them cum
Bb
Head south, head east, head west
Cm
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll
niggas who rides the best
Verse 8
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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
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I'ma bang like a hammer
East west the right
This for my niggas up north
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My guns made in China so
you better dust off
Cause when they getcha
you gonna be ketchup
I always got cheddar
I never ass bet ya'
And I won't even sweat ya'
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We roll much larger and better
My dough is never low
But if Drag is down on his last
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I'ma reach in my sweater
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
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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
Ya'll make me so tired
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Ya'll niggas still rappin' like
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ya'll don't know my flows fire
Ya'll ain't got ya'll boots
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Ain't got ya'll suits probably got a
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gun that ain't never shoot
When they come you better hope
they don't name you
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Cause like two sticks rubbin'
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
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Wanna fuck watch out
she will bang you
Cause I taught her well
Ya'll players better haul to hell
But you niggas couldn't
borrow a belt
Who ever is wit you is gonna jail
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Is you niggas bustin' guns or you
You want to fuck 'em till they cum ha
Drag-on Juvenile Juvenile
double up what you want ha
Verse 9
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Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
Bb
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Cm
Do you fuck them 'till they cum
Bb
Damn right we make them cum
Head South, Head East, Head West
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll
niggas who rides the best
Verse 10
Cm
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
Bb
Cm
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum
Bb
Damn right we make them cum
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll
niggas who rides the best
Verse 11
Cm
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
Bb
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Cm
Do you fuck them 'till they cum
Bb
Damn right we make them cum
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll
niggas who rides the best
Verse 12
Cm
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
Bb
Cm
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'till they cum
Damn right we make them cum
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Cm
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll
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niggas who rides the best
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