[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'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
  Probably gotta gun that ain't never shoot
  When we 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'll bang you
  cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell
  But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt
  Whoever wit you is goin to jail
  Do you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
  You wanna fuck em til they cum, huh?
    Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want huh?
    [Chorus 2X]