Ruff Ryders Follow

We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' your hood
But how many y'all KILL

Bounce that ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that, uhh, talk shit
While these muthatf**kaz be scummy and'll go for the money
Ready to ride when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks
The real gun runner never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt
Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE
Niggaz if it's static, then pass me the strap
Gonna RIDE 'Til MY RIDE
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP
All the homeys on the block
Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them dice and win
Girls with 'fits that show the skin
Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen
Real hoes let your best friend know about men
Cause I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and Beanie
While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes
If you want herb we got bombs

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista (Wanna kill
Me)
Gangsta (Let's ride), hustla (Feel me)
Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista (Wanna kill
Me)
Gangsta (Let's ride), hustla (Feel me)

By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit fire light
And the bitch I don' f**ked like last night
I don't give a f**k 'bout a 2 and a half mic
Cause the only muthaf**kin' magazine that I read
Is when I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach
I suggest y'all run from it
And the click-click from the calico, I gotta go
Make it pimp with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthaf**ka that's countin' that dough
Cookin' that coke to a pot of gold
Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop
I don't care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough
Glocks
Drag open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on leavin' is me
And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the Roc is E-N-Y-C-E, in the NYC with the white T
All I really do is argue
Double F, R-Y-D-E, D-R-A-G, to the dash O-N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin'
With your insides open

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista (Wanna kill
Me)
Gangsta (Let's ride), hustla (Feel me)

Swizz Beatz-
ERRRRRRR
Hold the f**k up
Slow down
Drag, Twista, listen up
These muthaf**kaz don't know what's real out here
(They damn sure don't)
This is volume 2 (volume 2)
Nigga, so, get ignorent

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista (Wanna kill
Me)
Gangsta (Let's ride), hustla (Feel me)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
When I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin' I could do
Should not've f**ked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it don't you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo muthaf**ka, so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up
Lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty south, that's why I gotta dirty mouth
That'll burn you out
Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially when I tell her turn around
I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back, and I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my
Shit
You gon' make me pull a all nighter
Standin' infront of your crib with that gasoline and that
Lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em!)