[Intro: Juvenile, Drag-On & Swizz Beatz]
Mmmm hmmmmm
Ha ha hah
Oh! Damn, now bop to this
Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on)
Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on)
And now.. Swizz Swizz Beats, yea!

[Verse 1: Drag-On]
Me and my n***as done licked shots, even done hit cops
Betcha n***as can't wait til my shit drop
Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop
N***a you don't want my clip to drop
Cause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue
Shoot another rhyme just cause I missed you
I make plus cash, you little n***as can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs
N***a fuck that, you better bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at
Ride like the girl but you can't trust cash
Spit line of fire and he can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back
In your weak raps bout how you bust gats
N***a we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback
Y'all n***as don't feed Drag
Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out
In the safe house, n***a where the keys at
N***a where the stash at, n***a where the weed at
N***a pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Matter fact where the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"
And I ain't talkin bout my n***as
Cause n***a we can go ho for ho, toe to toe, blow for blow
And when you feel your nose crack
That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower
Like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that n***a Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all n***as and Southsiders
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck them til they cum?
(Damn right we make them cum!!)
It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) West (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best
Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck them til they cum?
(Damn right we make them cum!!)
It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) West (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Hmmmm, hmmmmmmmm
In the late night, we be cockin iron and givin you stage fright
Yo head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe
Now say it right, Juvenile, Head tight
Stay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yay, aight?
I'm tired of you n***as, be thinkin that you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass n***as lookin like fools to me
I'm workin wit some change yeah
And ain't afraid to put fifty up on ya brains yeah
You bout worrin over yo' people I'm the same yeah
Look, I'mma have somebody sayin that's the shame yeah
But if them people come they ain't gon' give no names yeah
Baby the number one stunna don't play no games yeah
Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks
Them gather up boys strapped with cannons
Tryin to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch
I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money
Juve ain't gettin nuttin? ha ha ha that shit is funny..
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck them til they cum?
(Damn right we make them cum!!)
It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) West (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best
Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck them til they cum?
(Damn right we make them cum!!)
It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) West (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best

[Verse 3: Drag-On]
When my n***as 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
That I'mma bang it like a hammer and I'mma nail the South
East West, and write letters for my n***as up North
My guns made in China, so you better dust off
Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar
I never ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya
You won't roll four and better
My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last
I'mma reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta
Make a n***a feel the heat in the cold weather
Can't stand a n***a hype, throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'all make me so tired
Y'all n***as still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire
And y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
Probably gotta gun that ain't never shoot
When we 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 spirit with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck? Watch out she'll bang you
Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell
But you n***as couldn't borrow a belt
Whoever wit you is goin to jail
Do you n***as bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You wanna fuck em til they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want huh?
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck them til they cum?
(Damn right we make them cum!!)
It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) West (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best
Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck them til they cum?
(Damn right we make them cum!!)
It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) West (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best
Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck them til they cum?
(Damn right we make them cum!!)
It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) West (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best
Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns?
(Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)
Do y'all fuck them til they cum?
(Damn right we make them cum!!)
It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) West (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best