Oh, damn now bop to this ohYeah y`all know what this isFlame on Juvenile Drag-On flame onAnd now swizz, swizz beatz, yeahMe and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit copsBet y`all niggaz can`t wait till my shit dropTreat you like your moma given` lip to popNigga you don`t want my paper drop`Cause that means I`m empty, and your full of itCheck what the bullet did, missiles gonna hit you get youRip through tissue, should have never rhymed this `cause I miss youI make plus cash y`all little niggaz can`t fuck wit dragGot the chain out so it`s bust and grabNigga fuck that you better bust back`Fore ya nigga ask back where the vest atRock like a girl but you can`t trust cashSpit like a fire but you can`t touch blackAll you can do is cuss back and read backHow you bust gats nigga we don`t need thatI don`t care about your feed back, y`all niggaz don`t feed dragTell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe houseNigga where the keys at nigga?Where the stash at nigga? Where the weed at?Nigga pass that `fore I pull my triggerMater fact where the ass at? `Cause I got the Ruff RydersAnd I aint talkin` bout my niggazNigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blowAnd when you fell your nose crackThat mean I broke that I`m fittin` to po-poWit a flame thrower like I told yo` befo`, ya knowYou can`t handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candlesAnd who that nigga ruff rydin` Drag-On y`all niggaz and south sidersDo y`all niggaz bust y`all guns, hell, yeah we bust our gunsDo you fuck them `till they cum, damn right we make them cumIt`s for the north, head south, head east, head westRuff Ryders gonna show y`all niggaz who rides the bestDo y`all niggaz bust y`all guns, hell, yeah we bust our gunsDo you fuck them `till they cum, damn right we make them cumIt`s for the north, head south, head east, head westRuff Ryders gonna show y`all niggaz who rides the bestIn the late night, we be cockin` high givin` you stage frightYo` head might explode when I bust with the lead pipeAnd I say right, Juvenile hey tight, stay hype, now page mikeAnd make sure he got all the yeah, aight?I`m tired of niggaz be thinkin` that you usin` meRunnin` with them petty ass niggaz lookin` like fools to meI`m workin` wit some change, yeahAnd ain`t afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeahYou `bout warin` over ya people I`m the same, yeahLook, I`ma have some body sayin` thats the shame gameBut if them people come they ain`t gonna give no names, yeahPlayin` with the number one son don`t play no games, yeahCome outside don`t see nothin` but camouflage and bricksYo` get some boys strapped with bandannas tryin` knock off yo` shitYa stankin` bitch, I ruff ryde your ass thenCashin` for money Juve ain`t gettin` nothin`, that shit is funnyDo y`all niggaz bust y`all guns, hell, yeah we bust our gunsDo you fuck them `till they cum, damn right we make them cumIt`s for the north, head south, head east, head westRuff Ryders gonna show y`all niggaz who rides the bestDo y`all niggaz bust y`all guns, hell, yeah we bust our gunsDo you fuck them `till they cum, damn right we make them cumIt`s for the north, head south, head east, head westRuff Ryders gonna show y`all niggaz who rides the bestWhen my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them outWhen it come to my gun my shells is outYou better get the message `cause I done mailed it outI`ma bang like a hammer and I`ma nail us outEast, west the right this for my niggaz up northMy guns made in China so you better dust off`Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchupI always got chedder I never ass bet ya`And I won`t even sweat ya` we roll much larger and betterMy dough is never low but if drag is down on his lastI`ma reach in my sweater bet my barettaMake a nigga feel heat in cold weatherCan`t stand a nigga hype throw me his bitchBitch come to my shit you betta come get herBe like a dog with a bone I run with herY`all make me so tired y`all niggaz still rappin`Like y`all don`t know my flows fireY`all ain`t got y`all boots ain`t got y`all suitsProbaly got a gun that ain`t never shootWhen they come you better hope they don`t name you`Cause like two sticks rubbin` I`ll flame youDon`t try to be me `cause I ain`t you`Fore I have your spirits with the angelsMy shorty keep a gun on the anklesWanna fuck, watch out she will bang you`Cause I taught her well, y`all players better haul to hellBut you niggaz couldn`t borrow a beltWho evers wit you is gonna jailIs you niggaz bustin` guns or you ain`t bustin` none, haYou want to fuck`em till they cum, haDrag-on Juvenille double up what you want, haDo y`all niggaz bust y`all guns, hell, yeah we bust our gunsDo you fuck them `till they cum, damn right we make them cumIt`s for the north, head south, head east, head westRuff Ryders gonna show y`all niggaz who rides the bestDo y`all niggaz bust y`all guns, hell, yeah we bust our gunsDo you fuck them `till they cum, damn right we make them cumIt`s for the north, head south, head east, head westRuff Ryders gonna show y`all niggaz who rides the bestDo y`all niggaz bust y`all guns, hell, yeah we bust our gunsDo you fuck them `till they cum, damn right we make them cumIt`s for the north, head south, head east, head westRuff Ryders gonna show y`all niggaz who rides the bestDo y`all niggaz bust y`all guns, hell, yeah we bust our gunsDo you fuck them `till they cum, damn right we make them cumIt`s for the north, head south, head east, head westRuff Ryders gonna show y`all niggaz who rides the best