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[Juve] hmmmmm
Ha ha hah

Oh! Damn, now bop to
Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know this is (flame on)
Juvenile, (flame on)
And now.. Swizz Beats, yea!

Me and my niggaz licked shots, even done hit cops
Betcha niggaz can't wait til my drop
Treat you your momma, give you lip a pop
you don't want my clip to drop
Cause that means I'm empty, and full of it
what the bullet did
Missiles hit you get you, rip through tissue
Shoot another rhyme cause I missed you
I plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag
Got the out, so his muscle grabs
Nigga fuck that, you bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass land where the at
Ride like the girl but you can't trust
Spit line of fire and he can't touch
All you can do is cuss
in your weak raps bout how you gats
Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about feedback
Y'all niggaz feed Drag
Til a motherfucker out, bust a bullet out
in the house, nigga where the keys at
where the stash at, nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that I pull my trigger
Matter fact the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"
and I ain't bout my niggaz
Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, for blow
and when you feel nose crack
That mean I that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower
like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you handle
You can put me on wax but my burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin,
Y'all and Southsiders

Chorus: + Various (repeat 2X)

Do y'all bust y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck til they cum?
(Damn we make them cum!!)
for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all who ride the best

Hmmmm,
In the late night, we be high and givin you stage fright
Yo head might explode, when I bust the lead pipe
Now say it right, Juvenile, HE
Stay hype, now page Mike and make he got all the yea, aight?
I'm tired of you niggaz, be that you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass lookin like fools to me
I'm wit some change aiy
And aint to put fifty up on ya brain yay
You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the yay
Look, I'ma have somebody sayin the shame yay
But if people come they ain't gon' give no names yay
Play the number one stun'na don't play no games yay
Come outside and see nothin but and bricks
Them up boys strapped with cannons
tryin to off yo' shit, you stanky bitch
I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for
Juven' ain't gettin nuttin ha ha hah shit is funny

When my niggaz get knocked we bail them out
When it come to my gun my is out
You better get the message, I done mailed it out
that I'ma it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South
West, and write letters for my niggaz up North
My guns made in China, so you dust off
Comin to getcha, you gon' ketchup, I always got cheddar
I never ass bet ya, and I won't even ya
You roll four and better
My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his
reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta
Make a nigga the heat in the cold weather
Can't stand a hype, throw me his bitch
Bitch to my shit, you betta come get her
Be like a dog a bone I run with her
make me so tired
Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my is fire
and y'all got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
Probably gotta gun that ain't shoot
When we come you better hope they name you
Cause like two sticks I'll flame you
try to be me cause I ain't you
'fore I have your with the angels
My keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck? Watch out she'll you
cause I her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't a belt
Whoever wit you is to jail
Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you ain't none, huh?
You wanna em til they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, you want huh?

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