Текст (слова) песни: Dmx - Down Bottom

Drag-on:

Ha, ha, ha oh, damn now bop to this oh yeah yall know what this is flame on juvenile drag-on flame on and now swizz, swizz beatz yeah

Drag-on:

Me and my niggas done licked shots

Even done hit cops

Bet yall niggas cant wait till my shit drop

Treat you like your moma given lip to pop

Nigga you dont want my paper drop

Cause that means Im 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 yall little niggas cant fuck wit drag

Got the chain out so its 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 cant trust cash

Spit like a fire but you cant touch black

All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats

Nigga we dont need that I dont care about your feed back

Yall niggas dont 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 Im fittin to po-po wit a flame thrower like I told yo befo ya know

You cant handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles

And who that nigga ruff rydin drag-on yall niggas and south siders

Chorus (drag-on:)

Do yall niggas bust yall guns

(chant:) hell yeah we bust our guns

(drag-on:) do you fuck them till they cum

(chant:) damn right we make them cum

(drag-on:) its for the north

(voices:) head south, head east, head west

(drag-on:) ruff ryders gonna show yall niggas who rides the best

(repeat)

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

Im tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein me

Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin like fools to me

Im workin wit some change ha

And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha

You bout warin over ya people Im the same ha

Look ima 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 dont play no games ha

Come outside dont 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)

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

Ima bang like a hammer and ima 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 wont even sweat ya we roll much larger and better

My dough is never low

But if drag is down on his last

Ima reach in my sweater bet my baretta

Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather

Cant 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

Yall make me so tired yall niggas still rappin like yall dont know my flows fire

Yall aint got yall boots aint got yall suits probaly got a gun that aint never shoot when they come you better hope they dont name you

Cause like two sticks rubbin Ill flame you

Dont 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 yall players better haul to hell

But you niggas couldnt borrow a belt

Who evers wit you is gonna jail

Is you iggas bustin guns or you aint bustin none ha

You want to fuckem till they cum ha

Drag-on juvenille double up what you want ha (repeat chorus 4x)

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» Dmx - Take Whats Yours
» Dmx - Weed, Hoes, Dough
» Dmx - Pull It
» Dmx - 24 Hours to Live
» Dmx - Shakedown
» Dmx - Trina Moe
» Dmx - School Street
» Dmx - I Can Feel It
» Dmx - Aint No Way
» Dmx - Got It All
» Dmx - Up In Here
» Dmx - Grand Finale
» Dmx - The Convo
» Dmx - Slippin
» Dmx - Prayer (Skit)
» Dmx - Party Up (Up in Here)
» Dmx - DXL
» Dmx - Fuckin Wit D
» Dmx - Make a Move


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