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[Juve] Mmmm
Ha ha hah

Oh! Damn, now bop to
Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what is (flame on)
Juvenile, (flame on)
And now.. Swizz Beats, yea!

Me and my done licked shots, even done hit cops
Betcha can't wait til my shit drop
you like your momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my clip to
Cause means I'm empty, and you're full of it
Check the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through
Shoot rhyme just cause I missed you
I make cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out, so his grabs
Nigga fuck that, you better back
'fore ya land where the dust at
Ride like the girl but you can't cash
Spit line of fire and he touch black
All you can do is cuss
in weak raps bout how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about your
Y'all niggaz feed Drag
Til a motherfucker pull out, a bullet out
in the house, nigga where the keys at
Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the at
pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Matter fact where the ass at, I got the "Rough Rider"
and I ain't talkin my niggaz
nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
and when you feel nose crack
That mean I broke that, I a po'-po' wit a flame thrower
I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle
You can put me on wax but my fire candles
And who nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On
Y'all and Southsiders

Chorus: + Various (repeat 2X)

Do y'all niggaz bust y'all
(Hell yeah we our guns!!)
Do fuck them til they cum?
(Damn we make them cum!!)
It's for the (HEY) South (HEY)
East (HEY) (HEY)
Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all who ride the best

Hmmmm,
In the late night, we be cockin high and givin you fright
Yo head might explode, I bust with the lead pipe
Now say it right, Juvenile, HE
hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight?
I'm tired of you niggaz, be that you usin me
Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin fools to me
I'm workin wit some aiy
And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya yay
You warrin over yo' people I'm the same yay
Look, I'ma somebody sayin that's the shame yay
But if them people come they ain't give no names yay
with the number one stun'na don't play no games yay
Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and
Them gather up boys strapped with
to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch
I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, in for Money
Juven' gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny

When my niggaz get we gonna bail them out
it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message, cause I done it out
that I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the
East West, and write letters for my up North
My guns made in China, so you better off
Comin to getcha, you gon' ketchup, I always got cheddar
I never ass bet ya, and I won't sweat ya
You won't roll four and
My dough is never low, but if Drag is on his last
I'ma in my sweater, bet my Baretta
a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his
Bitch to my shit, you betta come get her
Be a dog with a bone I run with her
Y'all me so tired
Y'all still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire
and y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya
Probably gotta gun that ain't never
we come you better hope they don't name you
Cause like two rubbin I'll flame you
Don't try to be me I ain't you
'fore I have your spirit with the
My keep a gun on the ankles
fuck? Watch out she'll bang you
cause I taught her well, players better haul to hell
But you niggaz couldn't borrow a
wit you is goin to jail
Do you bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?
You wanna em til they cum, huh?
Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you huh?

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