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Drag On:
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Ha Ha Ha
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Oh Damn
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Now bop to this
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Oh Yeah
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Ya'll know what this is
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Flame on
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Juvenile
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Drag on
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Flame on
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And now Swizz Swizz Beatz yeah
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Verse 1
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Me and my niggas done licked shots
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Even done hit cops
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Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my shit drop
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Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
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Nigga you don't want my paper drop
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Cause that means I'm empty
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And your full of it
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Check what the bullet did
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Missiles gonna hit you get you
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Rip through tissue
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Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you
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I make plus cash
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Ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit Drag
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Got the chain out
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So it's bust and grab
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Nigga fuck that
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You better bust back
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'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
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Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
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Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
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All you can do is cuss back
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And read back how you bust gats
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Nigga we don't need that
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I don't care about your feed back
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Ya'll niggas don't feed Drag
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Tell a motherfucker pull out
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Bust a bullet out
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In ya safe house
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Nigga where the keys at
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Nigga where the stash at
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Nigga where the weed at
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Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
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Mater fact where the ass at
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Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
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And I aint talkin bout my niggas
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Nigga we can go hoe for hoe
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Toe to toe
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Blow for blow
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And when you fell your nose crack
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That mean I broke that
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I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know
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You can't handle it
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You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
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And who that nigga Ruff Rydin'
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Drag-on
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Ya'll niggas and south siders
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Chorus
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(Drag-on:)
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Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
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(Voices:)
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Hell yeah we bust our guns
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(Drag-on:)
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Do you fuck them 'till they cum
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(Voices:)
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Damn right we make them cum
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(Drag-on:)
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It's for the north (hey)
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South (hey)
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East (hey)
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West (hey)
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Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best
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(Repeat)
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Verse 2
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(Juvenile:)
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In the late night
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We be cockin high givin' you stage fright
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Yo' head might explode
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When I bust with the lead pipe
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And I say right
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Juvenile hey tight
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Stay hype
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Now page mike and make sure he got all the yeah aight
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I'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me
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Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me
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I'm workin wit some change ha
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And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha
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You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha
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Look I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game
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But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha
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Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha
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Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks
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Yo' get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo' shit
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Ya stankin' bitch
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I Ruff Ryde your ass then
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Cashin' for money
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Juve aint gettin nothin'
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Ha, Ha, Ha that shit is funny
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(Repat Chorus 2x)
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Verse 3
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(Drag-on:)
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When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out
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When it come to my gun my shells is out
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you better get the message cause I done mailed it out
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I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out
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East west the right
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this for my niggas up north
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My guns made in China so you better dust off
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Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
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I always got chedder
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I never ass bet ya'
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And I won't even sweat ya'
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We roll much larger and better
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My dough is never low
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But if Drag is down on his last
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I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
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Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
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Can't stand a nigga hype
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Throw me his bitch
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Bitch come to my shit
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You betta come get her
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Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
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Ya'll make me so tired
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Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire
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Ya'll aint got ya'll boots
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Aint got ya'll suits probaly got a gun that aint never shoot
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When they come you better hope they don't name you
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Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
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Don't try to be me cause I aint you
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'fore I have your spirits with the angels
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My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
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Wana fuck watch out she will bang you
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Cause I taught her well
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Ya'll players better haul to hell
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But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt
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Who evers wit you is gonna jail
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Is you niggas bustin' gun |