[{"id":5238676,"name":"Ruff Ryders Anthem (Remix)","trackName":"Ruff Ryders Anthem (Remix)","artistName":"DJ Clue","albumName":"The Professional, Vol. 1","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This thing right here, yeah, yeah\nIs for my peoples in the streets, Swizz Beats\nAnd this thing right here Ruff Ryders\nWill get your ass off your feet, remix, c'mon\n\nThey call me, 'Drag On' when it's time to bomb\nI burn 'em all till they all say turn 'em off\n'Cuz these chips I'ma run 'em all chickenheads\nKnow I be the Colonel 'cuz I burn eternal mixed wit the inferno\n\nSo be careful, 'fore I burn you you better learn dude, yeah I heard you\nBut I'ma hurt you, but you don't know, my versatile is a virtue\nRuff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes\nLot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams\n\nNigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch\nBetter tell your man 'cuz I'm too tough indubitably, too dust\nDo you bust? 'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\nBut they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n\nThey call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\nCollabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\nBut this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\nSo you better wear your armor flame on\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like ohh, now they like no\nWhat baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like ohh, now they like no\nWhat baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nWhen I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\nPark a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\nStash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\nAnd keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n\nYou know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\nOr writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\nWhatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\nIf you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n\nWho you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\nThen give it to a modelin' bitch\nAnd you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\nAlligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n\nY'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\nAppear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\nEverybody actin' violent and wild\nSnatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n\nKill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\nI Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\nThen the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\nAnd like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n\nWhen I cock back and hop out the van\nDouble R, get a job, play the shit in the car\nHit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\nSell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n\nGuess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\nNews team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\nGet witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\nNigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n\nBlonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\nGroups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\nStickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\nTake you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n\nUsed to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\nBig niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\nSnatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\nHaters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like ohh, now they like no\nWhat baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like ohh, now they like no\nWhat baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nThe X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\nFuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\nRip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\nRemember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n\nMy name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\nI'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\nYou never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\nOutta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n\nThought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\nBut by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\nDid my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\nThem cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n\nIs that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked\nSimple as that, simple as black, to the throat\nHit 'em all up to the coat, now you losin' your life\nA dog is a dog for life","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.83] This thing right here, yeah, yeah\n[00:02.70] Is for my peoples in the streets, Swizz Beats\n[00:04.57] And this thing right here Ruff Ryders\n[00:08.15] Will get your ass off your feet, remix, c'mon\n[00:09.92] They call me, 'Drag On' when it's time to bomb\n[00:11.70] I burn 'em all till they all say turn 'em off\n[00:13.55] 'Cuz these chips I'ma run 'em all chickenheads\n[00:15.41] Know I be the Colonel 'cuz I burn eternal mixed wit the inferno\n[00:18.18] So be careful, 'fore I burn you you better learn dude, yeah I heard you\n[00:21.71] But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know, my versatile is a virtue\n[00:25.46] Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes\n[00:28.18] Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams\n[00:30.89] Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch\n[00:33.57] Better tell your man 'cuz I'm too tough indubitably, too dust\n[00:36.20] Do you bust? 'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\n[00:38.93] But they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n[00:41.71] 'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n[00:44.41] They call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\n[00:47.18] Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\n[00:48.90] But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\n[00:50.75] So you better wear your armor flame on\n[00:52.55] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[00:54.45] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[00:57.15] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[00:59.88] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[01:02.52] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[01:05.22] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[01:08.03] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[01:10.79] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[01:12.53] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\n[01:16.10] Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\n[01:17.92] Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\n[01:20.74] And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n[01:23.48] You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\n[01:26.17] Or writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\n[01:28.85] Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\n[01:30.69] If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n[01:34.33] Who you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\n[01:37.07] Then give it to a modelin' bitch\n[01:38.86] And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\n[01:41.55] Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n[01:44.33] Y'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\n[01:47.05] Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\n[01:51.64] Everybody actin' violent and wild\n[01:52.50] Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n[01:54.36] Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\n[01:57.07] I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\n[01:59.81] Then the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\n[02:03.48] And like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n[02:06.15] When I cock back and hop out the van\n[02:08.01] Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car\n[02:10.73] Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\n[02:13.41] Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n[02:16.18] Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\n[02:18.89] News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\n[02:21.59] Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\n[02:23.40] Nigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n[02:26.12] Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\n[02:28.83] Groups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\n[02:31.68] Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\n[02:34.35] Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n[02:37.04] Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\n[02:39.70] Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\n[02:42.50] Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\n[02:45.12] Haters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n[02:47.08] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[02:49.75] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[02:52.42] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[02:55.21] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[02:57.92] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[03:00.69] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[03:03.37] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[03:06.15] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[03:08.84] The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\n[03:11.51] Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\n[03:13.35] Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\n[03:16.00] Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n[03:18.88] My name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\n[03:21.56] I'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\n[03:25.18] You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\n[03:26.94] Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n[03:29.78] Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\n[03:32.42] But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\n[03:35.15] Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\n[03:36.96] Them cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n[03:39.71] Is that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked\n[03:42.45] Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat\n[03:45.15] Hit 'em all up to the coat, now you losin' your life\n[03:47.83] A dog is a dog for life\n[03:50.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ruff Ryders Anthem (Remix)\n  artist: DJ Clue\n  album: The Professional, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This thing right here, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 830\n  end_ms: 2700\n- text: Is for my peoples in the streets, Swizz Beats\n  start_ms: 2700\n  end_ms: 4570\n- text: And this thing right here Ruff Ryders\n  start_ms: 4570\n  end_ms: 8150\n- text: Will get your ass off your feet, remix, c'mon\n  start_ms: 8150\n  end_ms: 9920\n- text: They call me, 'Drag On' when it's time to bomb\n  start_ms: 9920\n  end_ms: 11700\n- text: I burn 'em all till they all say turn 'em off\n  start_ms: 11700\n  end_ms: 13550\n- text: '''Cuz these chips I''ma run ''em all chickenheads'\n  start_ms: 13550\n  end_ms: 15410\n- text: Know I be the Colonel 'cuz I burn eternal mixed wit the inferno\n  start_ms: 15410\n  end_ms: 18180\n- text: So be careful, 'fore I burn you you better learn dude, yeah I heard you\n  start_ms: 18180\n  end_ms: 21710\n- text: But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know, my versatile is a virtue\n  start_ms: 21710\n  end_ms: 25460\n- text: Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes\n  start_ms: 25460\n  end_ms: 28180\n- text: Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams\n  start_ms: 28180\n  end_ms: 30890\n- text: Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch\n  start_ms: 30890\n  end_ms: 33570\n- text: Better tell your man 'cuz I'm too tough indubitably, too dust\n  start_ms: 33570\n  end_ms: 36200\n- text: Do you bust? 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'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\n  But they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n  'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n\n  They call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\n  Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\n  But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\n  So you better wear your armor flame on\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\n  Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\n  Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\n  And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n\n  You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\n  Or writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\n  Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\n  If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n\n  Who you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\n  Then give it to a modelin' bitch\n  And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\n  Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n\n  Y'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\n  Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\n  Everybody actin' violent and wild\n  Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n\n  Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\n  I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\n  Then the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\n  And like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n\n  When I cock back and hop out the van\n  Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car\n  Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\n  Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n\n  Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\n  News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\n  Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\n  Nigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n\n  Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\n  Groups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\n  Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\n  Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n\n  Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\n  Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\n  Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\n  Haters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? 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'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\n  But they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n  'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n\n  They call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\n  Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\n  But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\n  So you better wear your armor flame on\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\n  Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\n  Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\n  And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n\n  You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\n  Or writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\n  Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\n  If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n\n  Who you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\n  Then give it to a modelin' bitch\n  And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\n  Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n\n  Y'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\n  Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\n  Everybody actin' violent and wild\n  Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n\n  Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\n  I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\n  Then the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\n  And like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n\n  When I cock back and hop out the van\n  Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car\n  Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\n  Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n\n  Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\n  News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\n  Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\n  Nigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n\n  Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\n  Groups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\n  Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\n  Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n\n  Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\n  Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\n  Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\n  Haters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\n  Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\n  Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\n  Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n\n  My name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\n  I'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\n  You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\n  Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n\n  Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\n  But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\n  Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\n  Them cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n\n  Is that a game or a joke? 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That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\n  Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\n  Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\n  Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n\n  My name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\n  I'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\n  You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\n  Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n\n  Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\n  But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\n  Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\n  Them cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n\n  Is that a game or a joke? 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That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nWhen I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\nPark a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\nStash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\nAnd keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n\nYou know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\nOr writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\nWhatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\nIf you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n\nWho you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\nThen give it to a modelin' bitch\nAnd you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\nAlligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n\nY'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\nAppear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\nEverybody actin' violent and wild\nSnatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n\nKill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\nI Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\nThen the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\nAnd like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n\nWhen I cock back and hop out the van\nDouble R, get a job, play the shit in the car\nHit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\nSell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n\nGuess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\nNews team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\nGet witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\nNigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n\nBlonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\nGroups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\nStickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\nTake you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n\nUsed to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\nBig niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\nSnatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\nHaters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like ohh, now they like no\nWhat baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like ohh, now they like no\nWhat baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nThe X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\nFuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\nRip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\nRemember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n\nMy name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\nI'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\nYou never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\nOutta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n\nThought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\nBut by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\nDid my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\nThem cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n\nIs that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked\nSimple as that, simple as black, to the throat\nHit 'em all up to the coat, now you losin' your life\nA dog is a dog for life","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.83] This thing right here, yeah, yeah\n[00:02.70] Is for my peoples in the streets, Swizz Beats\n[00:04.57] And this thing right here Ruff Ryders\n[00:08.15] Will get your ass off your feet, remix, c'mon\n[00:09.92] They call me, 'Drag On' when it's time to bomb\n[00:11.70] I burn 'em all till they all say turn 'em off\n[00:13.55] 'Cuz these chips I'ma run 'em all chickenheads\n[00:15.41] Know I be the Colonel 'cuz I burn eternal mixed wit the inferno\n[00:18.18] So be careful, 'fore I burn you you better learn dude, yeah I heard you\n[00:21.71] But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know, my versatile is a virtue\n[00:25.46] Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes\n[00:28.18] Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams\n[00:30.89] Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch\n[00:33.57] Better tell your man 'cuz I'm too tough indubitably, too dust\n[00:36.20] Do you bust? 'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\n[00:38.93] But they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n[00:41.71] 'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n[00:44.41] They call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\n[00:47.18] Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\n[00:48.90] But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\n[00:50.75] So you better wear your armor flame on\n[00:52.55] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[00:54.45] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[00:57.15] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[00:59.88] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[01:02.52] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[01:05.22] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[01:08.03] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[01:10.79] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[01:12.53] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\n[01:16.10] Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\n[01:17.92] Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\n[01:20.74] And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n[01:23.48] You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\n[01:26.17] Or writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\n[01:28.85] Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\n[01:30.69] If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n[01:34.33] Who you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\n[01:37.07] Then give it to a modelin' bitch\n[01:38.86] And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\n[01:41.55] Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n[01:44.33] Y'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\n[01:47.05] Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\n[01:51.64] Everybody actin' violent and wild\n[01:52.50] Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n[01:54.36] Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\n[01:57.07] I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\n[01:59.81] Then the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\n[02:03.48] And like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n[02:06.15] When I cock back and hop out the van\n[02:08.01] Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car\n[02:10.73] Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\n[02:13.41] Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n[02:16.18] Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\n[02:18.89] News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\n[02:21.59] Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\n[02:23.40] Nigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n[02:26.12] Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\n[02:28.83] Groups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\n[02:31.68] Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\n[02:34.35] Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n[02:37.04] Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\n[02:39.70] Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\n[02:42.50] Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\n[02:45.12] Haters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n[02:47.08] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[02:49.75] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[02:52.42] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[02:55.21] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[02:57.92] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[03:00.69] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[03:03.37] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[03:06.15] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[03:08.84] The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\n[03:11.51] Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\n[03:13.35] Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\n[03:16.00] Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n[03:18.88] My name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\n[03:21.56] I'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\n[03:25.18] You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\n[03:26.94] Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n[03:29.78] Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\n[03:32.42] But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\n[03:35.15] Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\n[03:36.96] Them cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n[03:39.71] Is that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked\n[03:42.45] Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat\n[03:45.15] Hit 'em all up to the coat, now you losin' your life\n[03:47.83] A dog is a dog for life\n[03:50.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ruff Ryders Anthem (remix)\n  artist: DJ Clue? feat. 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'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\n  But they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n  'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n\n  They call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\n  Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\n  But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\n  So you better wear your armor flame on\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\n  Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\n  Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\n  And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n\n  You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\n  Or writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\n  Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\n  If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n\n  Who you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\n  Then give it to a modelin' bitch\n  And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\n  Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n\n  Y'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\n  Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\n  Everybody actin' violent and wild\n  Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n\n  Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\n  I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\n  Then the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\n  And like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n\n  When I cock back and hop out the van\n  Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car\n  Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\n  Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n\n  Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\n  News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\n  Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\n  Nigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n\n  Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\n  Groups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\n  Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\n  Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n\n  Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\n  Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\n  Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\n  Haters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\n  Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\n  Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\n  Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n\n  My name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\n  I'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\n  You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\n  Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n\n  Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\n  But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\n  Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\n  Them cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n\n  Is that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked\n  Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat\n  Hit 'em all up to the coat, now you losin' your life\n  A dog is a dog for life\n"},{"id":35158793,"name":"Ruff Ryders Anthem (Remix)","trackName":"Ruff Ryders Anthem (Remix)","artistName":"DJ Clue？ Feat․ DMX, Jadakiss, Styles P, Drag-On & Eve","albumName":"The Professional","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This thing right here\nIs for my peoples in the streets\nAnd this thing right here\nWill get your ass off your feet\n\nThey call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb\nI burn em all, til they all say turn em off\nCause these chips, I'mma run em all\nChickenheads, know I, be the Colonel\nCause I burn eternal, mixed wit the inferno\nSo be careful, 'fore I burn you\nYou better learn dude, yeah I heard you\nBut I'mma hurt you, but you don't know?\nMy versatile, is a virtue\nRuff Ryders be the team, which means\nA lot cream, lot of schemes\nLot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams\nNigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch\nBetter tell your man cause I'm too tough\nIndubitably, too dust\nDo you bust? Cause we do\nYou need to ask the people, but quietly\nBut they don't believe until they leave violently\nIs you buying this?\nCause niggas that purchased is under the dirt kid\nThey call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest but get bonkers\nCollabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\nBut this Bronx bombers spittin' flame\nSo you better wear your armor\nFlame on!\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like \"ohhh\"\nNow they like \"nooo!\"\nWhat baby?!! That's how Ruff Ryders roll\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like \"ohhh\"\nNow they like \"nooo!\"\nWhat baby?!! That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nWhen I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\nPark a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\nStash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\nAnd keep the burner but if it's hot put my Glock up\nYou know what I'm about, slidin off get my cock sucked\nOr writin rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub\nWhatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out\nIf you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\nWho you know besides 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\nAnd then give it to a modelin bitch\nAnd you like your watch plain, I'mma flood mine\nAlligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n\nY'all niggas ain't hearin me out, til I pop up\nAppear in your house, clearin it out, holiday style\nEverybody actin violent and wild\nSnatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\nKill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\nI Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\nThen the gun's only helpin the clip\nAnd the clip's only helpin my hand\nAnd like who the fuck is helpin your man?\nWhen I cock back and hop out the van\nDouble R, get a job, play the shit in the car\nHit a party start a fight at the bar, and snatch your R\nSell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n\nGuess you figured that my niggas, flippers, pullin triggers\nNews team crowd around, tryin to flick a picture\nGet witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\nNigga not makin sense better stay up off the liquor\nBlonde bombshell, car-a-mel, heavy spender\nGroups be sayin I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\nStickin in wiseguys, fake thugs, and bullshitters\nTake you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\nUsed to be shy-er, now I'mma Ruff Ryder\nBig niggas play me close, when they used to ride by her\nSnatchin up your figures, frontin, know you dig us\nHaters, screamin, \"who that bitch?\"\nMind your business nigga\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like \"ohhh\"\nNow they like \"nooo!\"\nWhat baby?!! That's how Ruff Ryders roll\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like \"ohhh\"\nNow they like \"nooo!\"\nWhat baby?!! That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nThis gonna hit y'all niggas hard, leave y'all niggas scarred\nFuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\nRip y'all niggas off, faggot niggas soft\nRemember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\nMy name is ringin' bells in penitentiary cells\nI'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\nYou never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\nOutta sixteen shots I'mma hit, which one of you niggas am I gonna get\nThought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\nBut by the end of it, y'all niggas is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it!\"\nDid my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\nThem cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked!\nIs that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked\nSimple as that, simple as black, to the throat\nHit em all up to the coat, now you losin your life\nA dog is a dog for life!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ruff Ryders Anthem (Remix)\n  artist: DJ Clue？ Feat․ DMX, Jadakiss, Styles P, Drag-On & Eve\n  album: The Professional\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This thing right here\n  Is for my peoples in the streets\n  And this thing right here\n  Will get your ass off your feet\n\n  They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb\n  I burn em all, til they all say turn em off\n  Cause these chips, I'mma run em all\n  Chickenheads, know I, be the Colonel\n  Cause I burn eternal, mixed wit the inferno\n  So be careful, 'fore I burn you\n  You better learn dude, yeah I heard you\n  But I'mma hurt you, but you don't know?\n  My versatile, is a virtue\n  Ruff Ryders be the team, which means\n  A lot cream, lot of schemes\n  Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams\n  Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch\n  Better tell your man cause I'm too tough\n  Indubitably, too dust\n  Do you bust? Cause we do\n  You need to ask the people, but quietly\n  But they don't believe until they leave violently\n  Is you buying this?\n  Cause niggas that purchased is under the dirt kid\n  They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest but get bonkers\n  Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\n  But this Bronx bombers spittin' flame\n  So you better wear your armor\n  Flame on!\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like \"ohhh\"\n  Now they like \"nooo!\"\n  What baby?!! That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like \"ohhh\"\n  Now they like \"nooo!\"\n  What baby?!! That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\n  Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\n  Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\n  And keep the burner but if it's hot put my Glock up\n  You know what I'm about, slidin off get my cock sucked\n  Or writin rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub\n  Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out\n  If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n  Who you know besides 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\n  And then give it to a modelin bitch\n  And you like your watch plain, I'mma flood mine\n  Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n\n  Y'all niggas ain't hearin me out, til I pop up\n  Appear in your house, clearin it out, holiday style\n  Everybody actin violent and wild\n  Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n  Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\n  I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\n  Then the gun's only helpin the clip\n  And the clip's only helpin my hand\n  And like who the fuck is helpin your man?\n  When I cock back and hop out the van\n  Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car\n  Hit a party start a fight at the bar, and snatch your R\n  Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n\n  Guess you figured that my niggas, flippers, pullin triggers\n  News team crowd around, tryin to flick a picture\n  Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\n  Nigga not makin sense better stay up off the liquor\n  Blonde bombshell, car-a-mel, heavy spender\n  Groups be sayin I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\n  Stickin in wiseguys, fake thugs, and bullshitters\n  Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n  Used to be shy-er, now I'mma Ruff Ryder\n  Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by her\n  Snatchin up your figures, frontin, know you dig us\n  Haters, screamin, \"who that bitch?\"\n  Mind your business nigga\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like \"ohhh\"\n  Now they like \"nooo!\"\n  What baby?!! That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like \"ohhh\"\n  Now they like \"nooo!\"\n  What baby?!! That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  This gonna hit y'all niggas hard, leave y'all niggas scarred\n  Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\n  Rip y'all niggas off, faggot niggas soft\n  Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n  My name is ringin' bells in penitentiary cells\n  I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\n  You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\n  Outta sixteen shots I'mma hit, which one of you niggas am I gonna get\n  Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\n  But by the end of it, y'all niggas is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it!\"\n  Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\n  Them cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked!\n  Is that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked\n  Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat\n  Hit em all up to the coat, now you losin your life\n  A dog is a dog for life!\n"},{"id":33813286,"name":"Ruff Ryders Anthem (remix)","trackName":"Ruff Ryders Anthem (remix)","artistName":"DJ Clue? feat. 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'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\nBut they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n\nThey call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\nCollabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\nBut this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\nSo you better wear your armor flame on\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like ohh, now they like no\nWhat baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like ohh, now they like no\nWhat baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nWhen I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\nPark a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\nStash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\nAnd keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n\nYou know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\nOr writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\nWhatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\nIf you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n\nWho you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\nThen give it to a modelin' bitch\nAnd you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\nAlligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n\nY'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\nAppear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\nEverybody actin' violent and wild\nSnatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n\nKill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\nI Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\nThen the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\nAnd like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n\nWhen I cock back and hop out the van\nDouble R, get a job, play the shit in the car\nHit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\nSell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n\nGuess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\nNews team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\nGet witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\nNigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n\nBlonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\nGroups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\nStickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\nTake you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n\nUsed to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\nBig niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\nSnatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\nHaters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like ohh, now they like no\nWhat baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like ohh, now they like no\nWhat baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nThe X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\nFuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\nRip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\nRemember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n\nMy name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\nI'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\nYou never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\nOutta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n\nThought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\nBut by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\nDid my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\nThem cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n\nIs that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked\nSimple as that, simple as black, to the throat\nHit 'em all up to the coat, now you losin' your life\nA dog is a dog for life","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.83] This thing right here, yeah, yeah\n[00:02.70] Is for my peoples in the streets, Swizz Beats\n[00:04.57] And this thing right here Ruff Ryders\n[00:08.15] Will get your ass off your feet, remix, c'mon\n[00:09.92] They call me, 'Drag On' when it's time to bomb\n[00:11.70] I burn 'em all till they all say turn 'em off\n[00:13.55] 'Cuz these chips I'ma run 'em all chickenheads\n[00:15.41] Know I be the Colonel 'cuz I burn eternal mixed wit the inferno\n[00:18.18] So be careful, 'fore I burn you you better learn dude, yeah I heard you\n[00:21.71] But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know, my versatile is a virtue\n[00:25.46] Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes\n[00:28.18] Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams\n[00:30.89] Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch\n[00:33.57] Better tell your man 'cuz I'm too tough indubitably, too dust\n[00:36.20] Do you bust? 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That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[01:12.53] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\n[01:16.10] Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\n[01:17.92] Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\n[01:20.74] And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n[01:23.48] You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\n[01:26.17] Or writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\n[01:28.85] Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\n[01:30.69] If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n[01:34.33] Who you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\n[01:37.07] Then give it to a modelin' bitch\n[01:38.86] And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\n[01:41.55] Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n[01:44.33] Y'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\n[01:47.05] Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\n[01:51.64] Everybody actin' violent and wild\n[01:52.50] Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n[01:54.36] Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\n[01:57.07] I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\n[01:59.81] Then the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\n[02:03.48] And like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n[02:06.15] When I cock back and hop out the van\n[02:08.01] Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car\n[02:10.73] Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\n[02:13.41] Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n[02:16.18] Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\n[02:18.89] News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\n[02:21.59] Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\n[02:23.40] Nigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n[02:26.12] Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\n[02:28.83] Groups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\n[02:31.68] Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\n[02:34.35] Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n[02:37.04] Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\n[02:39.70] Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\n[02:42.50] Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\n[02:45.12] Haters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n[02:47.08] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[02:49.75] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[02:52.42] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[02:55.21] What baby? 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'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\n  But they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n  'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n\n  They call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\n  Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\n  But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\n  So you better wear your armor flame on\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? 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That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\n  Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\n  Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\n  Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n\n  My name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\n  I'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\n  You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\n  Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n\n  Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\n  But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\n  Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\n  Them cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n\n  Is that a game or a joke? 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'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\n[00:38.93] But they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n[00:41.71] 'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n[00:44.41] They call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\n[00:47.18] Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\n[00:48.90] But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\n[00:50.75] So you better wear your armor flame on\n[00:52.55] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[00:54.45] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[00:57.15] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[00:59.88] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[01:02.52] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[01:05.22] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[01:08.03] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[01:10.79] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[01:12.53] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\n[01:16.10] Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\n[01:17.92] Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\n[01:20.74] And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n[01:23.48] You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\n[01:26.17] Or writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\n[01:28.85] Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\n[01:30.69] If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n[01:34.33] Who you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\n[01:37.07] Then give it to a modelin' bitch\n[01:38.86] And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\n[01:41.55] Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n[01:44.33] Y'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\n[01:47.05] Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\n[01:51.64] Everybody actin' violent and wild\n[01:52.50] Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n[01:54.36] Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\n[01:57.07] I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\n[01:59.81] Then the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\n[02:03.48] And like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n[02:06.15] When I cock back and hop out the van\n[02:08.01] Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car\n[02:10.73] Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\n[02:13.41] Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n[02:16.18] Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\n[02:18.89] News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\n[02:21.59] Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\n[02:23.40] Nigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n[02:26.12] Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\n[02:28.83] Groups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\n[02:31.68] Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\n[02:34.35] Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n[02:37.04] Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\n[02:39.70] Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\n[02:42.50] Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\n[02:45.12] Haters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n[02:47.08] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[02:49.75] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[02:52.42] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[02:55.21] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[02:57.92] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[03:00.69] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[03:03.37] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[03:06.15] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[03:08.84] The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\n[03:11.51] Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\n[03:13.35] Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\n[03:16.00] Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n[03:18.88] My name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\n[03:21.56] I'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\n[03:25.18] You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\n[03:26.94] Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n[03:29.78] Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\n[03:32.42] But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\n[03:35.15] Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\n[03:36.96] Them cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n[03:39.71] Is that a game or a joke? 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'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\n  But they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n  'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n\n  They call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\n  Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\n  But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\n  So you better wear your armor flame on\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\n  Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\n  Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\n  And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n\n  You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\n  Or writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\n  Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\n  If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n\n  Who you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\n  Then give it to a modelin' bitch\n  And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\n  Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n\n  Y'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\n  Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\n  Everybody actin' violent and wild\n  Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n\n  Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\n  I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\n  Then the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\n  And like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n\n  When I cock back and hop out the van\n  Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car\n  Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\n  Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n\n  Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\n  News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\n  Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\n  Nigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n\n  Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\n  Groups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\n  Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\n  Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n\n  Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\n  Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\n  Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\n  Haters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\n  Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\n  Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\n  Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n\n  My name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\n  I'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\n  You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\n  Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n\n  Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\n  But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\n  Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\n  Them cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n\n  Is that a game or a joke? 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'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\n  But they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n  'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n\n  They call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\n  Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\n  But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\n  So you better wear your armor flame on\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\n  Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\n  Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\n  And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n\n  You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\n  Or writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\n  Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\n  If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n\n  Who you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\n  Then give it to a modelin' bitch\n  And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\n  Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n\n  Y'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\n  Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\n  Everybody actin' violent and wild\n  Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n\n  Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\n  I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\n  Then the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\n  And like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n\n  When I cock back and hop out the van\n  Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car\n  Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\n  Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n\n  Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\n  News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\n  Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\n  Nigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n\n  Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\n  Groups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\n  Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\n  Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n\n  Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\n  Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\n  Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\n  Haters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\n  Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\n  Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\n  Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n\n  My name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\n  I'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\n  You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\n  Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n\n  Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\n  But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\n  Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\n  Them cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n\n  Is that a game or a joke? 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'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\n[00:38.93] But they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n[00:41.71] 'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n[00:44.41] They call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\n[00:47.18] Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\n[00:48.90] But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\n[00:50.75] So you better wear your armor flame on\n[00:52.55] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[00:54.45] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[00:57.15] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[00:59.88] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[01:02.52] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[01:05.22] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[01:08.03] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[01:10.79] What baby? 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'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\n  But they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n  'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n\n  They call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\n  Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\n  But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\n  So you better wear your armor flame on\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\n  Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\n  Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\n  And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n\n  You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\n  Or writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\n  Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\n  If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n\n  Who you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\n  Then give it to a modelin' bitch\n  And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\n  Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n\n  Y'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\n  Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\n  Everybody actin' violent and wild\n  Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n\n  Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\n  I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\n  Then the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\n  And like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n\n  When I cock back and hop out the van\n  Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car\n  Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\n  Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n\n  Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\n  News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\n  Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\n  Nigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n\n  Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\n  Groups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\n  Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\n  Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n\n  Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\n  Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\n  Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\n  Haters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\n  Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\n  Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\n  Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n\n  My name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\n  I'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\n  You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\n  Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n\n  Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\n  But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\n  Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\n  Them cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n\n  Is that a game or a joke? 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'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\nBut they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n\nThey call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\nCollabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\nBut this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\nSo you better wear your armor flame on\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like ohh, now they like no\nWhat baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like ohh, now they like no\nWhat baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nWhen I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\nPark a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\nStash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\nAnd keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n\nYou know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\nOr writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\nWhatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\nIf you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n\nWho you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\nThen give it to a modelin' bitch\nAnd you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\nAlligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n\nY'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\nAppear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\nEverybody actin' violent and wild\nSnatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n\nKill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\nI Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\nThen the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\nAnd like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n\nWhen I cock back and hop out the van\nDouble R, get a job, play the shit in the car\nHit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\nSell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n\nGuess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\nNews team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\nGet witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\nNigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n\nBlonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\nGroups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\nStickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\nTake you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n\nUsed to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\nBig niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\nSnatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\nHaters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like ohh, now they like no\nWhat baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nMy dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\nAnd then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\nFirst we had em like ohh, now they like no\nWhat baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\nThe X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\nFuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\nRip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\nRemember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n\nMy name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\nI'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\nYou never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\nOutta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n\nThought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\nBut by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\nDid my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\nThem cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n\nIs that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked\nSimple as that, simple as black, to the throat\nHit 'em all up to the coat, now you losin' your life\nA dog is a dog for life","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.83] This thing right here, yeah, yeah\n[00:02.70] Is for my peoples in the streets, Swizz Beats\n[00:04.57] And this thing right here Ruff Ryders\n[00:08.15] Will get your ass off your feet, remix, c'mon\n[00:09.92] They call me, 'Drag On' when it's time to bomb\n[00:11.70] I burn 'em all till they all say turn 'em off\n[00:13.55] 'Cuz these chips I'ma run 'em all chickenheads\n[00:15.41] Know I be the Colonel 'cuz I burn eternal mixed wit the inferno\n[00:18.18] So be careful, 'fore I burn you you better learn dude, yeah I heard you\n[00:21.71] But I'ma hurt you, but you don't know, my versatile is a virtue\n[00:25.46] Ruff Ryders be the team, which means a lot cream, lot of schemes\n[00:28.18] Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams\n[00:30.89] Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch\n[00:33.57] Better tell your man 'cuz I'm too tough indubitably, too dust\n[00:36.20] Do you bust? 'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\n[00:38.93] But they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n[00:41.71] 'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n[00:44.41] They call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\n[00:47.18] Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\n[00:48.90] But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\n[00:50.75] So you better wear your armor flame on\n[00:52.55] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[00:54.45] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[00:57.15] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[00:59.88] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[01:02.52] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[01:05.22] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[01:08.03] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[01:10.79] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[01:12.53] When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\n[01:16.10] Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\n[01:17.92] Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\n[01:20.74] And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n[01:23.48] You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\n[01:26.17] Or writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\n[01:28.85] Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\n[01:30.69] If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n[01:34.33] Who you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\n[01:37.07] Then give it to a modelin' bitch\n[01:38.86] And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\n[01:41.55] Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n[01:44.33] Y'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\n[01:47.05] Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\n[01:51.64] Everybody actin' violent and wild\n[01:52.50] Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n[01:54.36] Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\n[01:57.07] I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\n[01:59.81] Then the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\n[02:03.48] And like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n[02:06.15] When I cock back and hop out the van\n[02:08.01] Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car\n[02:10.73] Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\n[02:13.41] Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n[02:16.18] Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\n[02:18.89] News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\n[02:21.59] Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\n[02:23.40] Nigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n[02:26.12] Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\n[02:28.83] Groups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\n[02:31.68] Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\n[02:34.35] Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n[02:37.04] Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\n[02:39.70] Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\n[02:42.50] Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\n[02:45.12] Haters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n[02:47.08] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[02:49.75] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[02:52.42] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[02:55.21] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[02:57.92] My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n[03:00.69] And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n[03:03.37] First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n[03:06.15] What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n[03:08.84] The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\n[03:11.51] Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\n[03:13.35] Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\n[03:16.00] Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n[03:18.88] My name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\n[03:21.56] I'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\n[03:25.18] You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\n[03:26.94] Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n[03:29.78] Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\n[03:32.42] But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\n[03:35.15] Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\n[03:36.96] Them cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n[03:39.71] Is that a game or a joke? 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'Cuz we do you need to ask the people, but quietly\n  But they don't believe until they leave violently, is you buying this?\n  'Cuz niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid\n\n  They call me Drag On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers\n  Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers\n  But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame\n  So you better wear your armor flame on\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up\n  Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up\n  Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up\n  And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up\n\n  You know what I'm about, slidin' off get my cock sucked\n  Or writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub\n  Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out?\n  If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out\n\n  Who you know besides, 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'\n  Then give it to a modelin' bitch\n  And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine\n  Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time\n\n  Y'all niggaz ain't hearin' me out, til I pop up\n  Appear in your house, clearin' it out, holiday style\n  Everybody actin' violent and wild\n  Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move\n\n  Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose\n  I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped\n  Then the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand\n  And like who the fuck is helpin' your man?\n\n  When I cock back and hop out the van\n  Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car\n  Hit a party start a fight at the bar, it's natural\n  Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge\n\n  Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin' triggers\n  News team crowd around, tryin' to flick a picture\n  Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker\n  Nigga not makin' sense better stay up off the liquor\n\n  Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender\n  Groups be sayin' I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya\n  Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bullshitters\n  Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya\n\n  Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder\n  Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her\n  Snatchin' up your figures, frontin', know you dig us\n  Haters, screamin', \"Who that bitch?\" Mind your business nigga\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop\n  And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop\n  First we had em like ohh, now they like no\n  What baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll\n\n  The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred\n  Fuckin' with the Dog when you fuckin' with the God\n  Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft\n  Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough\n\n  My name is ringin' bells, in penitentiary cells\n  I'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell\n  You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it\n  Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get\n\n  Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme\n  But by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, \"Yo X ripped it\"\n  Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop\n  Them cat's can't be for real, I got this shit locked\n\n  Is that a game or a joke? Say the name or get smoked\n  Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat\n  Hit 'em all up to the coat, now you losin' your life\n  A dog is a dog for life\n"}]