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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 nigga 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 niggaz 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, thats 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 cock 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` bitch

And you like ya watch plain

I`ma flood mine

Alligator bloodeline

Trade the finest coke

And write one time



Verse 3: styles



Ya niggaz 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

Thats how we move

Kill me, my man kill you

Thats 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 fuck is helpin` ya man

When i cock back and hop the van

Double r

Get a jar

Play the shit in the car

Hit the party start a fight at the bar

Snatch ya r (rolex)

Sell ya shit for some coke

And get the fuck out the dogde



Verse four: E-V-E



Cats you, figga

That my niggaz flippa

With the trigger

News teams crowd around try to flick a picture

Get wit ya, this bitch runnin`it down to ya quicka

Nigga 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 bullshitta`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 niggaz play me close

When they used to ride by ya

Snatchin` up ya figures frontin` know

You niggas, hatta`s screamin`

Who that bitch

Mind ya business nigga



Chorus x2



Verse 5: DMX



X is gonna hit ya niggaz hard

Leave ya niggaz scared

Fuckin` wit` the dog

When you fuckin wit` the god

Rip that niggaz heart

Faggot niggaz 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 o

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 nigga 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 niggaz 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, thats 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 cock 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` bitch

And you like ya watch plain

I`ma flood mine

Alligator bloodeline

Trade the finest coke

And write one time



Verse 3: styles



Ya niggaz 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

Thats how we move

Kill me, my man kill you

Thats 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 fuck is helpin` ya man

When i cock back and hop the van

Double r

Get a jar

Play the shit in the car

Hit the party start a fight at the bar

Snatch ya r (rolex)

Sell ya shit for some coke

And get the fuck out the dogde



Verse four: E-V-E



Cats you, figga

That my niggaz flippa

With the trigger

News teams crowd around try to flick a picture

Get wit ya, this bitch runnin`it down to ya quicka

Nigga 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 bullshitta`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 niggaz play me close

When they used to ride by ya

Snatchin` up ya figures frontin` know

You niggas, hatta`s screamin`

Who that bitch

Mind ya business nigga



Chorus x2



Verse 5: DMX



X is gonna hit ya niggaz hard

Leave ya niggaz scared

Fuckin` wit` the dog

When you fuckin wit` the god

Rip that niggaz heart

Faggot niggaz 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 o

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