This thing right here is for my people In the streets, (swizz beats),and this thing right here will Take ya ass of ya feet.
Verse one: drag-on They call me drag-on It's time to ball Im gonna burn'em all To they all say turn'em off These chips i gonna earn'em all Chicken heads know i be the kernall Cause i burn internall Mixed with the inferno So be careful for i burn you You better learn duke Yeah, i heard you But i'm gonna hurt you What you don't know Ours verse who? Is a virtue Ruff ryders be the team Which means A lot of cream Runin' skeems Stunnin' beams To make ya'll stop drop right on the scene This ***** here is to hot And to much For you to touch Betta tell ya man If two touch Then he too will get you bust You bust? We do You can ask people But quitly They don't believe us til they lead violate Is you buyin' this Cause ****** that purchase Is under the dirt kid They call me drag-on I'm the youngest But get bunka's Callabo wit' my dogz from yonka's Plus these bronx bomba's Spittin' flame to the gutta But ya all get flamed
Chorus x2: DMX My dogz gon' stop Ya'll dogz gon' drop Then we gon' Shut'em down open up shop First we had'em like ooohhhh Now they like nnnooo What baby, that's how ruff ryders roll
Verse two: jadakiss
When i pop up I lock shop up Pull the drop up Park a block up Hit the alarm put the top up Stash the dro in my sock Then pull my sock up Keep the burner But if it's hot put my glock up You know what i'm about Slidin' off get my c**k sucked Writin' rhymes watchin' scarface in the hot tub What you wanna bet When i pull it out If you don't shout Then every bullet will go in and out Who you besides kiss take a piss In a bottle of cryse (crystal) Then give it to a modelin' ***** And you like ya watch plain I'ma flood mine Alligator bloodeline Trade the finest coke And write one time
Verse 3: styles
Ya ****** ain't hearin' me out Til i pop up appear in ya house Clearin' it out holiday style Everybody actin' violent and wild Snatch the wife silence the child That's how we move Kill me, my man kill you That's how you lose I ruff ryde I don't like to slide felt that i sliped And the gunz only helpin' the clip And the clips only my hand And like who the **** is helpin' ya man When i c**k back and hop the van Double r Get a jar Play the s*it in the car Hit the party start a fight at the bar Snatch ya r (rolex) Sell ya s*it for some coke And get the **** out the dogde
Verse four: E-V-E
Cats you, figga That my ****** flippa With the trigger News teams crowd around try to flick a picture Get wit ya, this ***** runnin'it down to ya quicka ***** not makin' sence Betta stay up off the liquor Blonde bomb shell Karamel, heavy spitta Groupies sayin' i'm they sista Hush ya mouth for i hit ya Sickenin' wise guys and thugs and bulls*itta's Take you for a ride cover up ya eyes Then i hit ya Used to be shya now i'm a ruff ryda Fake ****** play me close When they used to ride by ya Snatchin' up ya figures frontin' know You ******, hatta's screamin' Who that ***** Mind ya business *****
Chorus x2
Verse 5: DMX
X is gonna hit ya ****** hard Leave ya ****** scared F****n' wit' the dog When you f****n wit' the god Rip that ****** heart F****t ****** saw Remember me from up north I had you scared to cough My name is ringin' bells In penatentary cells I makin' thugs rebell It ain't hard to tell You never really wanted it Saw the mic yo jumped in front of it Out of sixteen i'm gonna hit Which one of you ****** am i gonna get Thought you knew what i was gonna spit This time, wit' this rhyme By the end of it Ya ****** is gon' be like yo x riped it Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop You cats can't be for real i got this s*it locked It's not a game or a joke To my name or get smoked Simple as that simple as black To the throught Hit'em all under the coat Now you losen' yo life Rrrrrrrrr a dog is a dog for life.
This thing right here is for my people In the streets, (swizz beats),and this thing right here will Take ya ass of ya feet.
Verse one: drag-on They call me drag-on It's time to ball Im gonna burn'em all To they all say turn'em off These chips i gonna earn'em all Chicken heads know i be the kernall Cause i burn internall Mixed with the inferno So be careful for i burn you You better learn duke Yeah, i heard you But i'm gonna hurt you What you don't know Ours verse who? Is a virtue Ruff ryders be the team Which means A lot of cream Runin' skeems Stunnin' beams To make ya'll stop drop right on the scene This ***** here is to hot And to much For you to touch Betta tell ya man If two touch Then he too will get you bust You bust? We do You can ask people But quitly They don't believe us til they lead violate Is you buyin' this Cause ****** that purchase Is under the dirt kid They call me drag-on I'm the youngest But get bunka's Callabo wit' my dogz from yonka's Plus these bronx bomba's Spittin' flame to the gutta But ya all get flamed
Chorus x2: DMX My dogz gon' stop Ya'll dogz gon' drop Then we gon' Shut'em down open up shop First we had'em like ooohhhh Now they like nnnooo What baby, that's how ruff ryders roll
Verse two: jadakiss
When i pop up I lock shop up Pull the drop up Park a block up Hit the alarm put the top up Stash the dro in my sock Then pull my sock up Keep the burner But if it's hot put my glock up You know what i'm about Slidin' off get my c**k sucked Writin' rhymes watchin' scarface in the hot tub What you wanna bet When i pull it out If you don't shout Then every bullet will go in and out Who you besides kiss take a piss In a bottle of cryse (crystal) Then give it to a modelin' ***** And you like ya watch plain I'ma flood mine Alligator bloodeline Trade the finest coke And write one time
Verse 3: styles
Ya ****** ain't hearin' me out Til i pop up appear in ya house Clearin' it out holiday style Everybody actin' violent and wild Snatch the wife silence the child That's how we move Kill me, my man kill you That's how you lose I ruff ryde I don't like to slide felt that i sliped And the gunz only helpin' the clip And the clips only my hand And like who the **** is helpin' ya man When i c**k back and hop the van Double r Get a jar Play the s*it in the car Hit the party start a fight at the bar Snatch ya r (rolex) Sell ya s*it for some coke And get the **** out the dogde
Verse four: E-V-E
Cats you, figga That my ****** flippa With the trigger News teams crowd around try to flick a picture Get wit ya, this ***** runnin'it down to ya quicka ***** not makin' sence Betta stay up off the liquor Blonde bomb shell Karamel, heavy spitta Groupies sayin' i'm they sista Hush ya mouth for i hit ya Sickenin' wise guys and thugs and bulls*itta's Take you for a ride cover up ya eyes Then i hit ya Used to be shya now i'm a ruff ryda Fake ****** play me close When they used to ride by ya Snatchin' up ya figures frontin' know You ******, hatta's screamin' Who that ***** Mind ya business *****
Chorus x2
Verse 5: DMX
X is gonna hit ya ****** hard Leave ya ****** scared F****n' wit' the dog When you f****n wit' the god Rip that ****** heart F****t ****** saw Remember me from up north I had you scared to cough My name is ringin' bells In penatentary cells I makin' thugs rebell It ain't hard to tell You never really wanted it Saw the mic yo jumped in front of it Out of sixteen i'm gonna hit Which one of you ****** am i gonna get Thought you knew what i was gonna spit This time, wit' this rhyme By the end of it Ya ****** is gon' be like yo x riped it Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop You cats can't be for real i got this s*it locked It's not a game or a joke To my name or get smoked Simple as that simple as black To the throught Hit'em all under the coat Now you losen' yo life Rrrrrrrrr a dog is a dog for life.
