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This thing right here.. (yeah yeah)
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is for my peoples in the streets.. (ha hah) Swizz Beats (uh huh)
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And this thing right here.. (Ruff Ryders)
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will get your ass off your feet (Remix! .. c'mon)[Drag On]
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They call me Drag On when it's time to bomb
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I burn em all til they all say turn em offCause these chips I'ma run em all
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Chickenheads know I be the ColonelCause I burn eternal mixed wit the inferno
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So be careful, 'fore I burn youYou better learn dude, yeah I heard you
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but I'ma hurt you, but you don't know?My versatile, is a virtue
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Ruff Ryders be the team, which meansa lot cream, lot of schemes
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Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams
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Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch
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Better tell your man cause I'm too tough Indubitably, too dust
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Do you bust? Cause we doYou need to ask the people, but quietly
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But they don't believe until they leave violently Is you buying this?
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Cause niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid
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They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest but get bonkers
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Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkersbut this Bronx bomber's spittin flame
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so you better wear your armorFlame on!Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)
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My dogs gon' STOP, your dogs gon' DROP
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And then we gon' SHUT EM DOWN, OPEN UP SHOP
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First we had em like OHHH, now they like NOOO
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What baby?!! THAT'S HOW RUFF RYDERS ROLL[Jadakiss]
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When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up
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Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up
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Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up
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And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up
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You know what I'm about, slidin off get my cock sucked
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Or writin rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub
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Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out
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if you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out
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Who you know besides 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'
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and then give it to a modelin bitch
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And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine
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Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time[Styles]
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Y'all niggaz ain't hearin me out, til I pop up
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appear in your house, clearin it out, holiday style
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Everybody actin violent and wild
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Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move
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Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose
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I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped
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Then the gun's only helpin the clipAnd the clip's only helpin my hand
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And like who the fuck is helpin your man?When I cock back and hop out the van
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Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car
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Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natu-ral
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Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge[Eve]
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Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin triggers
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News team crowd around, tryin to flick a picture
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Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker
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Nigga not makin sense better stay up off the liquor
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Blonde bombshell, car-a-mel, heavy spender
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Groups be sayin I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya
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Stickin in wiseguys, fake thugs, and bullshitters
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Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya
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Used to be shy-er, now I'ma Ruff Ryder
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Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her
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Snatchin up your figures, frontin, know you dig us
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Haters, screamin, "Who that bitch?" (UHH, UHH)Mind your business niggaChorus
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[DJ Clue * talking over chorus *]Yeah!! DJ Clue!The Professional! Part One
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C'mon! Mad shout out, Donnie BrascoeBig Skate, Duro.. CLUE![DMX]
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Uhh, uhh, uhh..The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred
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Fuckin with the Dog when you fuckin with the God
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Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft
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Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough
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My name is ringin bells, in penitentiary cells
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I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell
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You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it
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Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get
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Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme
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but by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, "Yo X ripped it!"
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Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
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Them cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked
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Is that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked
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Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat
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Hit em all up to the coat, now you losin your life
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A dog is a dog for life
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Ruff Ryders Anthem (DJ Clue Remix)
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| DMX |
