Ha, ha, ha oh, damn now bop to this
Oh yeah, y'all know what this is
Flame on, Juvenile, Drag-on, flame on
And now Swizz, Swizz beatz yeah

Me and my *****s done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet y'all *****s can't wait till my **** drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
***** you don't want my paper drop
'Cause that means I'm 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, y'all little *****s can't ***k wit drag
Got the chain out so it's bust and grab
***** ***k that you better bust back
'Fore ya ***** ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats

***** we don't need that I don't care about your feedback
Y'all *****s don't feed drag
Tell a mother***ker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house
***** where the keys at
***** where the stash at ***** where the weed at
***** p*** that 'fore I pull my trigger
Mater fact where the *** at 'cause I got the Ruff Ryders

And I ain't talkin' 'bout my *****s
***** we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to po-po wit a flame thrower
Like I told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it, you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that ***** Ruff Rydin'
Drag-on y'all *****s and south siders

Do y'all *****s bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you ***k them till they ***?
Damn right we make them ***
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all *****s who rides the best

Do y'all *****s bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you ***k them till they ***?
Damn right we make them ***
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all *****s who rides the best

In the late night
We be ****in 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

I'm tired of *****s be thinkin' that you usin' me
Runnin' with them petty *** *****s
Lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin' wit some change ha
And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha
You 'bout warin' over ya people, I'm the same ha
Look I'ma have somebody
Sayin' that's the shame game

But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names ha
Playin' with the number one son
Don't play no games ha
Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys strapped with bandannas
Tryin' knock off yo' ****
Ya stankin' *****, I ruff ryde your *** then
Cashin' for money juve ain't gettin' nothin' ha, ha, ha that **** is funny

Do y'all *****s bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you ***k them till they ***?
Damn right we make them ***
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all *****s who rides the best

Do y'all *****s bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you ***k them till they ***?
Damn right we make them ***
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all *****s who rides the best

When my *****s 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
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out
East west the right this for my *****s 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 *** bet ya'

And I won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger 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 ***** feel heat in cold weather
Can't stand a ***** hype throw me his *****
***** come to my **** you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her

Y'all make me so tired, y'all *****s still rappin'
Like y'all don't know my flows fire
Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got
Y'all suits probably got a gun that ain't never shoot
When they 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 spirits with the angels

My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna ***k watch out she will bang you
'Cause I taught her well y'all players better haul to hell
But you *****s couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you *****s bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none ha
You want to ***k them till they *** ha
Drag-on Juvenile double up what you want ha

Do y'all *****s bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you ***k them till they ***?
Damn right we make them ***
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all *****s who rides the best

Do y'all *****s bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you ***k them till they ***?
Damn right we make them ***
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all *****s who rides the best

Do y'all *****s bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you ***k them till they ***?
Damn right we make them ***
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all *****s who rides the best

Do y'all *****s bust y'all guns?
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you ***k them till they ***?
Damn right we make them ***
It's for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all *****s who rides the best