This thing right here (yeah)
Is for my peoples in the streets (ha, ha) Swizz Beats (uh-huh)
And this thing right here (Ruff Ryders)
Will get your ass off your feet (remix, c'mon)
They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb
I burn 'em all, 'til they all say turn 'em off
'cause these chips, I'ma run 'em all (ha, ha)
Chickenheads, know I, be the Colonel
'cause I burn eternal, mixed with the inferno
So be careful, 'fore I burn you (yeah)
You better learn dude
yeah I heard you but I'ma hurt you
but you don't know? My versatile, is a virtue
Ruff Ryders be the team, which means
A lot cream, lot of schemes
Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams
Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch
Better tell your man 'cause I'm too tough
Indubitably, too dust
Do you bust? 'cause we do
You need to ask the people, but quietly
But they don't believe until they leave violently
Is you buying this?
'cause niggas that purchased is under the dirt kid
They call me Drag-On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers (uh-huh)
Collabo' wit My dawgs from Yonkers
But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame
So you better wear your armor, flame on
My dawgs gon' stop, your dawgs gon' drop
And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop
First we had 'em like, "Oh", now they like, "No"
What, baby, that's how Ruff Ryders roll (Clue)
My dawgs gon' stop, your dawgs gon' drop
And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop
First we had 'em like, "Oh", now they like, "No"
What, baby, that's how Ruff Ryders roll (what?)
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
And keep the burner but if it's hot put my Glock up
You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked
Or writin' rhymes, watching Scarface in the hot tub
What you wanna bet when I pull it out
If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out (woo)
Who you know besides 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'?
And then give it to a modeling bitch
And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine
Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time (Clue)
Y'all niggas ain't hearin' me out, 'til I pop up
Appear in your 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 slipped
and the gun's only helpin' the clip
And the clip's only helpin' my hand
And like who the fuck is helpin' your man?
When I cock back and hop out the van
Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car
Hit a party start a fight at the bar, and snatch your R
Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge
Guess you figured that my niggas, flippers, pullin' triggers
News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture
Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker
Nigga not makin' sense, better stay up off the liquor
Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender
Groups be sayin I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya
Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs, and bullshitters
Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya
Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder
Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by her
Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us
Haters, screamin, "Who that bitch?"
Mind your business nigga (uhh, uhh)
My dawgs gon' stop, your dawgs gon' drop (yeah)
And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop (DJ CLue)
First we had 'em like, "Oh", now they like, "No" (Professional part one)
What, baby, that's how Ruff Ryders roll (come on)
My dawgs gon' stop, your dawgs gon' drop (shoutout)
And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop (Donnie Brasco)
First we had 'em like, "Oh", now they like, "No" (Big Skate, Duro)
What, baby, that's how Ruff Ryders roll (Clue)
And X is gonna hit y'all niggas hard, leave y'all niggas scarred
Fuckin with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God
Rip y'all niggas off, faggot niggas soft
Remember me from up North? I had you scared to cough
My name is ringin' bells in penitentiary cells
I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell
You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it
Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggas am I gonna get? (come on)
Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme
But by the end of it, y'all niggas is gon' be like, "Yo, X ripped it"
Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
Them cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked (come on)
Is that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked
Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat (come on)
Hit 'em all up to the coat, now you losin' your life
(Grr) A dog is a dog for life (enough)
