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, 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 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, nigga 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 niggas can't fuck wit drag, got the chain out so it's bust and grab, nigga fuck that you better bust back 'fore ya nigga 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, nigga we don't need that i don't care about your feed back uh), ya'll niggas don't feed drag, tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya 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, mater fact where the ass at cause i got the ruff ryders, and i aint talkin bout my niggas, nigga 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 nigga ruff rydin' drag-on ya'll niggas and south siders, do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns, 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, ruff ryders gonna show ya'll niggas 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 niggas be thinkin that you usein' me, runnin with them petty ass niggas 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 danas tryin knock off yo' shit, ya stankin' bitch i ruff ryde your ass then, cashin' for money juve aint gettin nothin' ha, ha, ha that shit is funny, 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, i'ma bang like a hammer and i'ma nail us out, east west the right this for my niggas 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 nigga feel heat in 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, ya'll make me so tired, ya'll niggas 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 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 evers wit you is gonna jail, is you iggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha, you want to fuck'em till they cum ha, drag-on juvenille double up what you want ha,