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oh, d-mn now bop to this oh
yeah y’all know what this is
flame on juvenile drag-on flame on
and now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah

me and my n-gg-z done licked shots, even done hit cops
bet y’all n-gg-z can’t wait till my sh-t drop
treat you like your moma given’ lip to pop
n-gg- 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 y’all little n-gg-z can’t f-ck wit drag

got the chain out so it’s bust and grab
n-gg- f-ck that you better bust back
‘fore ya n-gg- 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
all you can do is cuss back and read back
how you bust gats n-gg- we don’t need that
i don’t care about your feed back, y’all n-gg-z don’t feed drag

tell a motherf-cker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house
n-gg- where the keys at n-gg-?
where the stash at n-gg-? where the weed at?
n-gg- p-ss that ‘fore i pull my trigger

mater fact where the -ss at? ’cause i got the ruff ryders
and i aint talkin’ bout my n-gg-z
n-gg- 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 n-gg- ruff rydin’ drag-on y’all n-gg-z and south siders

do y’all n-gg-z bust y’all guns, h-ll, yeah we bust our guns
do you f-ck them ’till they c-m, d-mn right we make them c-m
it’s for the north, head south, head east, head west
ruff ryders gonna show y’all n-gg-z who rides the best

do y’all n-gg-z bust y’all guns, h-ll, yeah we bust our guns
do you f-ck them ’till they c-m, d-mn right we make them c-m
it’s for the north, head south, head east, head west
ruff ryders gonna show y’all n-gg-z who rides the best

in the late night, we be c-ckin’ 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 n-gg-z be thinkin’ that you usin’ me
runnin’ with them petty -ss n-gg-z lookin’ like fools to me
i’m workin’ wit some change, yeah
and ain’t afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah

you ’bout warin’ over ya people i’m the same, yeah
look, i’ma have some body sayin’ thats the shame game
but if them people come they ain’t gonna give no names, yeah
playin’ with the number one son don’t play no games, yeah

come outside don’t see nothin’ but camouflage and bricks
yo’ get some boys strapped with bandannas tryin’ knock off yo’ sh-t
ya stankin’ b-tch, i ruff ryde your -ss then
cashin’ for money juve ain’t gettin’ nothin’, that sh-t is funny

do y’all n-gg-z bust y’all guns, h-ll, yeah we bust our guns
do you f-ck them ’till they c-m, d-mn right we make them c-m
it’s for the north, head south, head east, head west
ruff ryders gonna show y’all n-gg-z who rides the best

do y’all n-gg-z bust y’all guns, h-ll, yeah we bust our guns
do you f-ck them ’till they c-m, d-mn right we make them c-m
it’s for the north, head south, head east, head west
ruff ryders gonna show y’all n-gg-z who rides the best

when my n-gg-z get knocked we gonna bail them out
when it come to my gun my sh-lls 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 n-gg-z 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 -ss 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 n-gg- feel heat in cold weather

can’t stand a n-gg- hype throw me his b-tch
b-tch come to my sh-t you betta come get her
be like a dog with a bone i run with her
y’all make me so tired y’all n-gg-z still rappin’

like y’all don’t know my flows fire
y’all ain’t got y’all boots ain’t got y’all suits
probaly got a gun that ain’t 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 ain’t you
‘fore i have your spirits with the angels
my shorty keep a gun on the ankles

wanna f-ck, watch out she will bang you
’cause i taught her well, y’all players better haul to h-ll
but you n-gg-z couldn’t borrow a belt
who evers wit you is gonna jail

is you n-gg-z bustin’ guns or you ain’t bustin’ none, ha
you want to f-ck’em till they c-m, ha
drag-on juvenille double up what you want, ha

do y’all n-gg-z bust y’all guns, h-ll, yeah we bust our guns
do you f-ck them ’till they c-m, d-mn right we make them c-m
it’s for the north, head south, head east, head west
ruff ryders gonna show y’all n-gg-z who rides the best

do y’all n-gg-z bust y’all guns, h-ll, yeah we bust our guns
do you f-ck them ’till they c-m, d-mn right we make them c-m
it’s for the north, head south, head east, head west
ruff ryders gonna show y’all n-gg-z who rides the best

do y’all n-gg-z bust y’all guns, h-ll, yeah we bust our guns
do you f-ck them ’till they c-m, d-mn right we make them c-m
it’s for the north, head south, head east, head west
ruff ryders gonna show y’all n-gg-z who rides the best

do y’all n-gg-z bust y’all guns, h-ll, yeah we bust our guns
do you f-ck them ’till they c-m, d-mn right we make them c-m
it’s for the north, head south, head east, head west
ruff ryders gonna show y’all n-gg-z who rides the best

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