Lyrics:

Mmmm hmmmmm
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

Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops
Bet'cha 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

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
(Repeat)

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

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

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?

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
(Repeat)