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

Chorus: + Various (repeat 2X)

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

Hmmmm,
In the night, we be cockin 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 of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin fools to me
I'm workin wit some aiy
And afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay
You bout warrin over yo' I'm the same yay
Look, I'ma have sayin that's the shame yay
But if people come they ain't gon' give no names yay
with the number one stun'na don't play no games yay
Come outside and see nothin but and bricks
Them gather up boys strapped with
tryin to off yo' shit, you stanky bitch
I'll Ruff your ass then, Cash in for Money
Juven' ain't gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is

When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail 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 better off
Comin to getcha, you gon' ketchup, I always got cheddar
I ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya
You won't roll and better
My is never low, but if Drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my
Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold
Can't stand a hype, throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit, you betta get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run her
make me so tired
Y'all niggaz still like you don't know my flow is fire
and y'all got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
Probably gun that ain't never shoot
When we come you better hope they name you
like two sticks rubbin I'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause I you
'fore I have spirit with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the
fuck? Watch out she'll bang you
cause I taught her well, y'all players haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't borrow a
Whoever wit you is to jail
Do you niggaz bust your Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You wanna fuck em til they cum,
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, you want huh?

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