Down Bottom Lyrics - Ryde Or Die Vol.1 - Dmx

Drag-on: 

Ha, ha, ha oh, damn now bop to this oh yeah y'all know what this is flame on juvenile drag-on flame on and now swizz, swizz beatz yeah 

Drag-on: 

Me and my niggas done licked shots 

Even done hit cops 

Bet y'all niggas can't wait till my shit drop 

Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop 

Nigga you don't want my paper drop 

Cause that means I'm empty 

And your full of it 

Check what the bullet did 

Missiles gonna hit you get you 

Rip through tissue should have never rhymed this cause I miss you 

I make plus cash y'all little niggas can't fuck wit drag 

Got the chain out so it's bust and grab 

Nigga fuck that you better bust back 'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at 

Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash 

Spit like a fire but you can't touch black 

All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats 

Nigga we don't need that I don't care about your feed back 

Y'all niggas don't feed drag 

Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house 

Nigga where the keys at nigga where the stash at nigga where the weed at 

Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger 

Mater fact where the ass at cause I got the ruff ryders 

And I ain't talkin bout my niggas 

Nigga we can go hoe for hoe toe to toe blow for blow 

And when you fell your nose crack 

That mean I broke that I'm fittin to po-po wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know 

You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles 

And who that nigga ruff rydin' drag-on y'all niggas and south siders 

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Chorus (drag-on:) 

Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns 

(chant:) hell yeah we bust our guns 

(drag-on:) do you fuck them 'till they cum 

(chant:) damn right we make them cum 

(drag-on:) it's for the north 

(voices:) head south, head east, head west 

(drag-on:) ruff ryders gonna show y'all niggas who rides the best 

(repeat) 

Juvenile: 

In the late night 

We be cockin high givin' you stage fright 

Yo' head might explode 

When I bust with the lead pipe 

And I say right 

Juvenile hey tight 

Stay hype 

Now page mike 

And make sure he got all the yeah aight 

I'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me 

Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me 

I'm workin wit some change ha 

And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha 

You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha 

Look i'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game 

But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names ha 

Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha 

Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks 

Yo' get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo' shit 

Ya stankin' bitch I ruff ryde your ass then 

Cashin' for money juve ain't gettin nothin' ha, ha, ha that shit is funny 

(repat chorus 2x) 

Drag-on: 

When my niggas 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 

I'ma bang like a hammer and i'ma nail us out 

East west the right this for my niggas up north 

My guns made in china so you better dust off 

Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup 

I always got chedder I never ass bet ya' 

And I won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger and better 

My dough is never low 

But if drag is down on his last 

I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta 

Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather 

Can't stand a nigga 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 niggas still rappin' like y'all don't know my flows fire 

Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got y'all suits probaly got a gun that ain't never shoot when they 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 spirits with the angels 

My shorty keep a gun on the ankles 

Wana fuck watch out she will bang you 

Cause I taught her well y'all players better haul to hell 

But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt 

Who evers wit you is gonna jail 

Is you iggas bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none ha 

You want to fuck'em till they cum ha 

Drag-on juvenille double up what you want ha (repeat chorus 4x)