Lyrics Down Bottom - Ruff Ryders

Oh, damn, now bop to this, oh
Yeah, y'all know what this is
Flame on, Juvenile, drag-on, flame on
And now swizz, swizz beats, yeah

Me and my niggas done licked shots, even done hit cops
Bet y'all niggas can't wait 'til 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 you're 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 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 feedback, y'all 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

Matter 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' 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 y'all niggas and South-siders

Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell, yeah, we bust our guns)
Do you 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 niggas who rides the best

Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell, yeah, we bust our guns)
Do you 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 niggas who rides the best

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 usin' me
Runnin' with them petty-ass niggas 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 somebody sayin' that's the shame game
But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names, yeah
Playin' with the number one stunner, don't play no games, yeah

Come outside don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys strapped with bandanas tryin' knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch, I Ruff Ryde your ass, then
Cashin' for money, Juve ain't gettin' nothin', ahahah, that shit is funny

Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell, yeah, we bust our guns)
Do you 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 niggas who rides the best

Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell, yeah, we bust our guns)
Do you 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 niggas who rides the best

When my niggas get knocked we gon' bail them out
When it come to my gun my shell 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 way's 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 cheddar, I never ass-bet ya

And I won't even sweat ya, we roll mo' forward 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 a 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 niggas still rappin'
Like y'all don't know my flows fire

Y'all ain't got y'all suits, ain't got y'all boots
P'y 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 spirit with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck, watch out, she will bang you
'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt
Whoever wit' you is gonna jail?

You niggas bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none, ha
You want to fuck 'em 'til they cum, ha
Drag-on Juvenile, double up what you want, ha

Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell, yeah, we bust our guns)
Do you 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 niggas who rides the best

Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell, yeah, we bust our guns)
Do you 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 niggas who rides the best

Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell, yeah, we bust our guns)
Do you 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 niggas who rides the best

Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell, yeah, we bust our guns)
Do you 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 niggas who rides the best