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featuring DMX Drag On
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[DMX]
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Grrrrrrr
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From the dogz to the pups
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Drag On baby Ruff Ryders come on
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[Drag On]
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Drag On baby uh
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Yo who them niggaz at the bar niggaz?
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On them job niggaz
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See y'all frontin mine niggaz
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But drugz revolve niggaz
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Y'all fake coke dealers slidin away wit soap niggaz
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The size ain't right y'all should be 300 hundered pounds on thin ice
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Run in yo set pullin yo gun from under yo desk
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Snatch the weight from big niggaz doin a hundered a set
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With the gun to y'all neck I'll have y'all niggaz runnin in sets
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Under the bed, two to the chest and one to yo leg
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Cocked it have one in the head and wanted by feds
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Said they on the prowl for Drag and niggaz wanted him dead
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That's what you get, gambling yo life wit a hundered to bet
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Ace to the dues, now yo face has seen a hundered Gilletes
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Niggaz think it's funny and shit, when chicks is suckin they dicks
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Till they control you like Remotes, bustin buttons and shit
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Y'all can't control me, all y'all can do is promote me women
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And caught no shots, from my glock wit 16 in it, uh
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[Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX)] x2
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Who them niggaz that's comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)
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Whom them niggaz that's makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)
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Who them niggaz that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)
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Who them nigaz that'll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders)
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[Drag-On]
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This lil nigga's too young to show the i.d.
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But if y'all don't feel the hits now y'all gon feel it later like Ali
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Y'all got respect? Not at all, but we do and got it all
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Cause y'all know there's a lot of dogs that'll sell y'all for a lot of dough
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Playboy, u sniff out, and pull out and leave em stiff out
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Poke em wit somethin they couldnt get it out if they shitted out
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Hercules thinkin he hurtin me, but they ain't hurtin shit
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If only they could see behind curtains, they girl is jerking dick
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And I might bust inside her then the next day say hello to you
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Hopin that my nut ain't touch nuttin it wasnt supposed to
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When you get up from the get go, nigga disapper like Presto
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The cats is Pedro, since double R got the metro
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They almost dead yo, niggaz wanted butted down
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We throwin up the parties soon as they pat us down
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? Woulda been more than music sounds
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Coulda been round after round goin straight thru yo crown
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[Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX)] x2
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Who them niggaz that's comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)
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Whom them niggaz that's makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)
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Who them niggaz that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)
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Who them nigaz that'll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders)
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[Drag-On]
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What's this I'm hearin niggaz sayin I ain't ready
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What you tellin me? I been caught felony's y'all nigaz funny like Bill Bellamy
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Fuck what you tellin me, I pull out gunz like niggaz pull out swords
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In the old days, whan I spray I'm yellin, 뱓ouche?
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Either you can stay and lay and this'll be yo last day
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Or you can help me put my shit away and then you get away
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And nigga clear the way, you blockin what I'm droppin
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See the stocking? Dont let me pull the shit put that'll have you
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Emptyin out yo pocket, stop it, 밆rag is you for real??Shit
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And tell it like if y'all takin a lot of pills, now they pumpin yo stomach
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For the slugz from the semi, still fuckin wit me?
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Y'all nigaz is little like a buck for a 20 and y'all niggaz is mad that
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Ruff Ryders Got me, cause all them bees you stick on me
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Not one of em stung me
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And by my dick y'all niggaz is gon wish, y'all hung me
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Double 0 nigga and I'm hungry and I'm goin all out, cause y'all numb me
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You feel this
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[Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX)] x2
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Who them niggaz that's comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)
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Whom them niggaz that's makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)
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Who them niggaz that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)
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Who them niggaz that'll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders)
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Who Ruff Ryders
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DJ Clue |