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| 歌名 | down bottom |
| 歌手 | DMX |
| 专辑 | Ryde Or Die Vol.1 |
| 歌词 | [Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm [Drag] Ha ha hah Oh! Damn， now bop to this Yeah， uhh， uhh， y´all know what this is （flame on） Juvenile， Drag-On （flame on） And now.. Swizz Swizz Beats， yea! [Drag-On] Me and my niggaz done licked shots， even done hit cops Betcha niggaz can´t wait til my shit drop Treat you like your momma， give you lip a pop Nigga you don´t want my clip to drop Cause that means I´m empty， and you´re full of it Check what the bullet did Missiles gonna hit you get you， rip through tissue Shoot another rhyme just cause I missed you I make plus cash， you little niggaz can´t fuck wit Drag Got the chain out， so his muscle grabs Nigga fuck that， you better bust back ´fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at Ride like the girl but you can´t trust cash Spit line of fire and he can´t touch black All you can do is cuss back in your weak raps bout how you bust gats Nigga we don´t need that， I don´t care about your feedback Y´all niggaz don´t feed Drag Til a motherfucker pull out， bust a bullet out in the 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 Matter fact where the ass at， cause I got the "Rough Rider" and I ain´t talkin bout my niggaz Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe， toe to toe， blow for blow and when you feel your nose crack That mean I broke that， I fill a po´-po´ wit a flame thrower like I told yo´ befo´ ya know umm - you can´t handle You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles And who that nigga Ruff Rydin， Drag-On Y´all niggaz and Southsiders [Chorus: Drag-On + Various （repeat 2X）] Do y´all niggaz bust y´all guns? （Hell yeah we bust our guns!!） Do y´all fuck them til they cum? （Damn right we make them cum!!） It´s for the North （HEY） South （HEY） East （HEY） West （HEY） Ruff Ryders gonna show y´all niggaz who ride the best [Juvenile] Hmmmm， hmmmmmmmm In the late night， we be cockin high and givin you stage fright Yo head might explode， when I bust with the lead pipe Now say it right， Juvenile， HE tight Stay hype， now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea， aight? I´m tired of you niggaz， be thinkin that you usin me Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me I´m workin wit some change aiy And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay You bout warrin over yo´ people I´m the same yay Look， I´ma have somebody sayin that´s the shame yay But if them people come they ain´t gon´ give no names yay Play with the number one stun´na don´t play no games yay Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks Them gather up boys strapped with cannons tryin to knock off yo´ shit， you stanky bitch I´ll Ruff Ryde your ass then， Cash in for Money Juven´ ain´t gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny [Chorus] [Drag-On] When my niggaz 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 that I´ma bang it like a hammer and I´ma nail the South East West， and write letters for my niggaz up North My guns made in China， so you better dust off Comin to getcha， you gon´ bleed ketchup， I always got cheddar I never ass bet ya， and I won´t even sweat ya You won´t roll four 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 the heat in the 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 Y´all make me so tired Y´all niggaz still rappin like you don´t know my flow is fire and y&acut |
