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Lyrics: >

Drag-on:

Ha, ha, ha oh, damn now bop to this oh yeah yall know what this is flame on juvenile drag-on flame on and now swizz, swizz beatz yeah

Drag-on:

Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet yall niggas cant wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given lip to pop
Nigga you dont want my paper drop
Cause that means Im 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 yall little niggas cant fuck wit drag
Got the chain out so its 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 cant trust cash
Spit like a fire but you cant touch black
All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats
Nigga we dont need that I dont care about your feed back
Yall niggas dont 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 Im fittin to po-po wit a flame thrower like I told yo befo ya know
You cant handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga ruff rydin drag-on yall niggas and south siders

Chorus (drag-on:)

Do yall niggas bust yall guns

(chant:) hell yeah we bust our guns

(drag-on:) do you fuck them till they cum

(chant:) damn right we make them cum

(drag-on:) its for the north

(voices:) head south, head east, head west

(drag-on:) ruff ryders gonna show yall niggas who rides the best

(repeat)

Juvenile:

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
Im tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein me
Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin like fools to me
Im workin wit some change ha
And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha
You bout warin over ya people Im the same ha
Look ima 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 dont play no games ha
Come outside dont see nothin but camoflage and bricks
Yo get some boys straped with (ban)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

(repat chorus 2x)

Drag-on:

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
Ima bang like a hammer and ima 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 wont even sweat ya we roll much larger and better
My dough is never low
But if drag is down on his last
Ima reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
Cant 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
Yall make me so tired yall niggas still rappin like yall dont know my flows fire
Yall aint got yall boots aint got yall suits probaly got a gun that aint never shoot when they come you better hope they dont name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin Ill flame you
Dont 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 yall players better haul to hell
But you niggas couldnt borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you iggas bustin guns or you aint bustin none ha
You want to fuckem till they cum ha
Drag-on juvenille double up what you want ha (repeat chorus 4x)