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DMX
Grrrrrrr
From the dogz to the pups
Drag-On baby, Ruff Ryders, come on
Drag-On
Drag On baby, uh
Yo who them at the bar ?
On them job
See y'all frontin mine
But drugz revolve
Y'all fake coke dealers slidin away wit soap
The size ain't right, y'all should be 300 hundered pounds on thin ice
Run in yo set, pullin yo gun from under yo desk
sn*tch the weight from big doin a hundered a set
With the gun to y'all neck I'll have y'all runnin in sets
Under the bed, two to the chest and one to yo leg
c*cked it have one in the head and wanted by feds
Said they on the prowl for Drag and wanted him dead
That's what you get, gambling yo life wit a hundered to bet
Ace to the dues, now yo face has seen a hundered Gilletes
think it's funny and s**t, when chicks is suckin they d*cks
Till they control you like Remotes, bustin buttons and s**t
Y'all can't control me, all y'all can do is promote me women
And caught no shots, from my glock wit 16 in it, uh
Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX) x2
Who them that's comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)
Whom them that's makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them nigaz that'll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders)
Drag-On
This lil nigg*'s too young to show the i.d.
But if y'all don't feel the hits now y'all gon feel it later like Ali
Y'all got respect? Not at all, but we do and got it all
Cause y'all know there's a lot of dogs that'll sell y'all for a lot of dough
Playboy, u sniff out, and pull out and leave em stiff out
Poke em wit somethin they couldnt get it out if they out
Hercules thinkin he hurtin me, but they ain't hurtin s**t
If only they could see behind curtains, they girl is jerking d*ck
And I might bust inside her then the next day say hello to you
Hopin that my nut ain't touch nuttin it wasnt supposed to
When you get up from the get go, nigg* disapper like Presto
The cats is Pedro, since double R got the metro
They almost dead yo, wanted butted down
We throwin up the parties soon as they pat us down
? Woulda been more than music sounds
Coulda been round after round goin straight thru yo crown
Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX) x2
Who them that's comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)
Whom them that's makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them nigaz that'll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders)
Drag-On
What's this I'm hearin sayin I ain't ready
What you tellin me? I been caught felony's y'all nigaz funny like Bill Bellamy
fk what you tellin me, I pull out gunz like pull out swords
In the old days, whan I spray I'm yellin, touche
Either you can stay and lay and this'll be yo last day
Or you can help me put my s**t away and then you get away
And nigg* clear the way, you blockin what I'm droppin
See the stocking? Dont let me pull the s**t put that'll have you
Emptyin out yo pocket, stop it, Drag is you for real? s**t
And tell it like if y'all takin a lot of pills, now they pumpin yo stomach
For the slugz from the semi, still fkin wit me?
Y'all nigaz is little like a buck for a 20 and y'all is mad that
Ruff Ryders Got me, cause all them bees you stick on me
Not one of em stung me
And by my d*ck y'all is gon wish, y'all hung me
Double 0 nigg* and I'm hungry and I'm goin all out, cause y'all numb me
You feel this
Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX) x2
Who them that's comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)
Whom them that's makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them that'll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders)