Artist: Ruff Ryders  
Album: Ruff Ryders: Ryde Or Die Vol. 1  
Title: Down Bottom  
 

<BR><b>[Featuring Drag-On, Juvenile] 


Drag-On: 

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 

Verse 1 
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 
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 
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 
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 

Chorus 
(Drag-on:) 
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns 
(Voices:) 
Hell yeah we bust our guns 
(Drag-on:) 
Do you fuck them 'till they cum 
(Voices:) 
Damn right we make them cum 
(Drag-on:) 
It's for the north 
(Voices:) 
Head South, Head East, Head West 
(Drag-on:) 
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best 

(Repeat) 

Verse 2 
(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 
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 (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) 

Verse 3 
(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 
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 niggas 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 

(Repeat chorus 4x) 
   

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