[{"id":16742489,"name":"Down Bottom","trackName":"Down Bottom","artistName":"Ruff Ryders","albumName":"Ruff Ryders∶ Ryde Or Die, Vol. 1","duration":297.293333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hmm-mm\nHa, ha, ha oh, damn\nNow bop to this oh yeah\nYa'll know what this is\nFlame on\nJuvenile, drag-on\nFlame on\nAnd now Swizz, Swizz Beatz, yeah\n\nMe and my niggas done licked shots\nEven done hit cops\nBet ya'll niggas can't wait 'til my shit drop\nTreat you like your moma given' lip to pop\nNigga you don't want my paper drop\n'Cause that means I'm empty and your full of it\nCheck what the bullet did\n\nMissiles gonna hit you get you\nRip through tissue, should have never rhymed this 'cause I miss you\nI make plus cash (wha), ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit' Drag\nGot the chain out so it's bust and grab\nNigga fuck that you better bust back 'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at\nRock like a girl, but you can't trust cash\nSpit like a fire, but you can't touch black (what? What? What?)\nAll you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats\nNigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback (uh)\n\nYa'll niggas don't feed drag\nTell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house\nNigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at nigga where the weed at\nNigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\nMater fact where the ass at 'cause I got the Ruff Ryders\nAnd I ain't talkin' bout my niggas\n\nNigga we can go ho for ho, toe to toe, blow for blow\nAnd when you fell your nose crack\nThat mean I broke that I'm fittin' to PO-PO wit' a flamethrower like I told yo' befo' ya know\nYou can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\nAnd who that nigga Ruff Rydin', drag-on, ya'll niggas and south siders\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north\nHead south, head east, head west\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the 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tryin' knock off yo' shit\nYa stankin' bitch, I Ruff Ryde your ass then\nCashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', ha, ha, ha, that shit is funny\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nWhen my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out\nWhen it come to my gun my shells is out\nYou better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out\nI'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out\nEast, west, the right this for my niggas up north\nMy guns made in China so you better dust off\n'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup\nI always got chedder I never ass bet ya'\n\nAnd I won't even sweat ya' We roll much larger and better\nMy dough is never low\nBut if drag is down on his last\nI'ma reach in my sweater bet my Beretta\nMake a nigga feel heat in cold weather\nCan't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch\nBitch come to my shit, you betta come get her\nBe like a dog wit' a bone, I run wit' her\nYa'll make me so tired\n\nYa'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire\nYa'll ain't got ya'll suits\nAin't got ya'll boots, probably got a gun that ain't never shoot\nWhen they come, you better hope they don't name you\n'Cause like two sticks rubbin', I'll flame you\nDon't try to be me 'cause I ain't you\n'Fore I have your spirits' wit' the angels\nMy shorty keep a gun on the ankles\nWanna fuck, watch out, she will bang you\n'Cause I taught her well\n\nYa'll players better haul to hell\nBut you niggas couldn't borrow a belt\nWhoevers wit' you is goin' to jail\nDo your niggas bustin' guns, or you ain't bustin' none, ha?\nYou want to fuck'em till they cum, ha\nDrag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)It's for the north\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Hmm-mm\n[00:02.17] Ha, ha, ha oh, damn\n[00:04.59] Now bop to this oh yeah\n[00:07.89] Ya'll know what this is\n[00:09.29] Flame on\n[00:10.32] Juvenile, drag-on\n[00:12.33] Flame on\n[00:13.08] And now Swizz, Swizz Beatz, yeah\n[00:15.95] Me and my niggas done licked shots\n[00:17.14] Even done hit cops\n[00:18.00] Bet ya'll niggas can't wait 'til my shit drop\n[00:19.59] Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop\n[00:21.22] Nigga you don't want my paper drop\n[00:22.28] 'Cause that means I'm empty and your full of it\n[00:24.15] Check what the bullet did\n[00:25.22] Missiles gonna hit you get you\n[00:26.91] Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed this 'cause I miss you\n[00:29.32] I make plus cash (wha), ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit' Drag\n[00:31.69] Got the chain out so it's bust and grab\n[00:32.97] Nigga fuck that you better bust back 'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at\n[00:36.25] Rock like a girl, but you can't trust cash\n[00:37.84] Spit like a fire, but you can't touch black (what? What? What?)\n[00:39.41] All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats\n[00:42.15] Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback (uh)\n[00:44.10] Ya'll niggas don't feed drag\n[00:45.38] Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house\n[00:47.56] Nigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at nigga where the weed at\n[00:50.28] Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n[00:52.24] Mater fact where the ass at 'cause I got the Ruff Ryders\n[00:54.08] And I ain't talkin' bout my niggas\n[00:55.22] Nigga we can go ho for ho, toe to toe, blow for blow\n[00:57.75] And when you fell your nose crack\n[00:58.86] That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to PO-PO wit' a flamethrower like I told yo' befo' ya know\n[01:02.61] You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\n[01:05.35] And who that nigga Ruff Rydin', drag-on, ya'll niggas and south siders\n[01:08.55] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[01:10.24] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[01:11.98] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[01:13.54] Damn right, we make them cum\n[01:15.09] It's for the north\n[01:16.02] Head south, head east, head west\n[01:18.54] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[01:21.98] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[01:23.55] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[01:25.13] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[01:26.83] Damn right, we make them cum\n[01:28.38] It's for the north\n[01:29.35] Head south, head east, head west\n[01:31.85] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[01:35.37] In the late night\n[01:36.42] We be cockin' high givin' you stage fright\n[01:38.71] Yo' head might explode when I bust wit' the lead pipe\n[01:41.91] And I say right\n[01:43.34] Juvenile, hey tight\n[01:45.06] Stay hype, now page Mike\n[01:46.62] And make sure he got all the, yeah, aight?\n[01:49.12] I'm tired of niggas be thinkin' that you usin' me\n[01:52.23] Runnin' wit' them petty ass niggas, lookin' like fools to me\n[01:55.41] I'm workin' wit' some change, yeah\n[01:57.47] And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah\n[02:00.72] You 'bout warin' over ya people, I'm the same, yeah\n[02:04.03] Look I'ma have somebody sayin' that's the shame game\n[02:07.33] But if them people come, they ain't gonna give no names, yeah\n[02:10.68] Playin' wit' the number one son, don't play no games, yeah\n[02:14.15] Come outside, don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks\n[02:17.29] Yo' get some boys strapped wit' dans tryin' knock off yo' shit\n[02:19.94] Ya stankin' bitch, I Ruff Ryde your ass then\n[02:23.70] Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', ha, ha, ha, that shit is funny\n[02:28.27] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[02:30.08] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[02:31.68] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[02:33.11] Damn right, we make them cum\n[02:34.73] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\n[02:38.27] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[02:41.67] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[02:43.26] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[02:44.81] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[02:46.54] Damn right, we make them cum\n[02:48.02] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\n[02:51.57] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[02:55.01] When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out\n[02:56.75] When it come to my gun my shells is out\n[02:58.38] You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out\n[03:00.03] I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out\n[03:01.79] East, west, the right this for my niggas up north\n[03:03.75] My guns made in China so you better dust off\n[03:05.76] 'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup\n[03:07.21] I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'\n[03:09.18] And I won't even sweat ya' We roll much larger and better\n[03:11.37] My dough is never low\n[03:12.29] But if drag is down on his last\n[03:13.71] I'ma reach in my sweater bet my Beretta\n[03:15.00] Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather\n[03:17.02] Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch\n[03:18.49] Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her\n[03:20.36] Be like a dog wit' a bone, I run wit' her\n[03:22.02] Ya'll make me so tired\n[03:23.33] Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire\n[03:25.35] Ya'll ain't got ya'll suits\n[03:26.40] Ain't got ya'll boots, probably got a gun that ain't never shoot\n[03:28.61] When they come, you better hope they don't name you\n[03:30.34] 'Cause like two sticks rubbin', I'll flame you\n[03:32.00] Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you\n[03:33.44] 'Fore I have your spirits' wit' the angels\n[03:35.22] My shorty keep a gun on the ankles\n[03:36.97] Wanna fuck, watch out, she will bang you\n[03:38.51] 'Cause I taught her well\n[03:39.33] Ya'll players better haul to hell\n[03:40.72] But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt\n[03:41.63] Whoevers wit' you is goin' to jail\n[03:43.21] Do your niggas bustin' guns, or you ain't bustin' none, ha?\n[03:45.24] You want to fuck'em till they cum, ha\n[03:46.58] Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha\n[03:48.00] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[03:49.48] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[03:51.28] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[03:52.95] Damn right, we make them cum\n[03:54.34] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\n[03:58.09] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[04:01.24] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[04:02.91] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[04:04.49] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[04:06.15] Damn right, we make them cum\n[04:07.62] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)It's for the north\n[04:11.32] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[04:14.64] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[04:16.08] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[04:17.74] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[04:19.28] Damn right, we make them cum\n[04:21.04] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\n[04:24.54] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides 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guns\nHell yeah we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'till they cum\nDamn right we make them cum\nIt's for the north\nHead South, head East, head West\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\nHell yeah we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'till they cum\nDamn right we make them cum\nIt's for the north\nHead South, head East, head West\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nIn the late night\nWe be cockin high givin' you stage fright\nYo' head might explode\nWhen I bust with the lead pipe\nAnd I say right\nJuvenile hey tight\nStay hype\nNow page Mike\n\nAnd make sure he got all the yeah aight\nI'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me\nRunnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me\nI'm workin wit some change ha\nAnd aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha\nYou 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha\nLook I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game\nBut if them people come they aint gonna 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Nigga we don't need that I don't care about your feed back (Uh)\n\n Ya'll niggas don't feed drag\n Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out In ya safe house\n Nigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at nigga where the weed at\n Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n Mater fact where the ass at cause I got the Ruff Ryders\n And I aint talkin bout my niggas\n\n Nigga we can go hoe for hoe toe to toe blow for blow\n And when you fell your nose crack\n That mean I broke that I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know\n You can't handle it You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\n And who that nigga Ruff Rydin' drag-on ya'll niggas and south siders\n\n Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n Hell yeah we bust our guns\n Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n Damn right we make them cum\n It's for the north\n Head South, head East, head West\n Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\n Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n Hell yeah we bust 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people come, they ain't gon' give no names, yeah\n[02:10.63] Baby, the number one stunner don't play no games, yeah\n[02:14.13] Come outside and see nothin' but camo\n[02:16.34] All them big snubbed guns\n[02:17.30] Yeah, we got a boys packed with cannons\n[02:18.99] Tryna knock off your shit\n[02:20.67] Nigga, stankin' bitch, I'll rough ride your ass, yeah\n[02:23.72] Cash in for money\n[02:25.23] Juvi ain't gettin' nothin'\n[02:26.62] Hahaha, that shit is funny\n[02:28.31] Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n[02:30.09] (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n[02:31.62] Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n[02:33.23] (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n[02:34.77] It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n[02:38.66] Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n[02:41.63] Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n[02:43.22] (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n[02:44.98] Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n[02:46.59] (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n[02:47.90] It's for the North (Hey), South 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her\n[03:22.00] Y'all make me so tired\n[03:23.37] Y'all niggas still rappin' like you don't know my flow's fire\n[03:25.28] And y'all ain't got the suits, ain't got your boots\n[03:27.21] Probably got a gun that ain't never shoot\n[03:28.77] When we come, you better hope they don't aim you\n[03:30.20] 'Cause like two sticks rubbin', I'll flame you\n[03:32.05] Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you\n[03:33.64] 'Fore I have your spirit with the angels\n[03:35.35] My shorty keep a gun on her ankles\n[03:36.97] Wanna fuck, watch out, she'll fuck you\n[03:38.57] 'Cause I taught her well\n[03:39.44] Y'all players better haul to Hell\n[03:40.77] I bet you niggas gettin' ball and bail\n[03:41.97] Whoever with you is goin' to jail\n[03:43.58] Nigga, bust your gun or you ain't bustin' none, huh?\n[03:45.23] You wanna fuck with your gun, huh?\n[03:46.53] Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want?\n[03:48.78] Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n[03:49.76] (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n[03:51.22] Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n[03:52.87] (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n[03:54.42] It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n[03:58.36] Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n[04:01.30] Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n[04:02.97] (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n[04:04.53] Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n[04:06.16] (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n[04:07.76] It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n[04:11.61] Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n[04:14.59] Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n[04:16.23] (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n[04:17.83] Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n[04:19.18] (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n[04:21.02] It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n[04:24.93] Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n[04:27.84] Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n[04:29.53] (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n[04:31.19] Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n[04:32.79] (Damn right, we 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103460\n- text: Juvenile, hey tight, stay hype\n start_ms: 103460\n end_ms: 105860\n- text: Now page Mike\n start_ms: 105860\n end_ms: 106650\n- text: And make sure he got all the yay, aight?\n start_ms: 106650\n end_ms: 109160\n- text: I'm tired of you bitches be thinkin' that you usin' me\n start_ms: 109160\n end_ms: 112320\n- text: Runnin' with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me\n start_ms: 112320\n end_ms: 115590\n- text: I'm workin' with some change, yeah\n start_ms: 115590\n end_ms: 117430\n- text: And ain't afraid to put fifty up on your brain, yeah\n start_ms: 117430\n end_ms: 120750\n- text: You 'bout woman over your people, I'm the same, yeah\n start_ms: 120750\n end_ms: 124140\n- text: Look, I'ma have somebody sayin' that's a shame, yeah\n start_ms: 124140\n end_ms: 127480\n- text: But if them people come, they ain't gon' give no names, yeah\n start_ms: 127480\n end_ms: 130630\n- text: Baby, the number one stunner don't play no games, yeah\n start_ms: 130630\n 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taught her well'\n start_ms: 218570\n end_ms: 219440\n- text: Y'all players better haul to Hell\n start_ms: 219440\n end_ms: 220770\n- text: I bet you niggas gettin' ball and bail\n start_ms: 220770\n end_ms: 221970\n- text: Whoever with you is goin' to jail\n start_ms: 221970\n end_ms: 223580\n- text: Nigga, bust your gun or you ain't bustin' none, huh?\n start_ms: 223580\n end_ms: 225230\n- text: You wanna fuck with your gun, huh?\n start_ms: 225230\n end_ms: 226530\n- text: Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want?\n start_ms: 226530\n end_ms: 228780\n- text: Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n start_ms: 228780\n end_ms: 229760\n- text: (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n start_ms: 229760\n end_ms: 231220\n- text: Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n start_ms: 231220\n end_ms: 232870\n- text: (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n start_ms: 232870\n end_ms: 234420\n- text: It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n start_ms: 234420\n end_ms: 238360\n- text: Ruff Ryders gonna 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it\n Check what the bullet did\n\n Missiles gonna hit you, get you, rip through tissues\n Shoot another rhyme just in case I miss you\n I make plus cash, you little niggas can't fuck with Drag\n Got the chain out, so it's muscle grabs\n Fuck that, you better bust back\n 'Fore you bring your ass clown where the gats at\n Ride like a girl but you can't trust cats\n Spit a lot of fire and you can't touch black\n All you can do is cuss back\n And you read raps 'bout how you bust gats\n\n Nigga, we don't need that\n I don't care what your feedback\n Y'all niggas don't feed Drag\n 'Til a motherfucker pull out\n Bust a bullet out in your safe house\n\n Nigga, where the keys at?\n\n Nigga, where the stash at?\n Nigga, where the weed at?\n Nigga, pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n\n Matter fact, where the X at?\n 'Cause I got the Ruff Rydin'\n And I ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas\n\n And nigga, we can go ho for ho\n\n Toe to toe, blow for blow\n And when you feel your nose crack\n That mean I broke that\n I fill a .44 with a flame thrower\n Like I told y'all before\n You know, you can't handle me\n You can put me on wax but fire burn candles\n\n Now who that nigga Ruff Rydin'?\n Drag-On, y'all niggas Southsiders\n\n Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n\n In the late night\n We be cockin' iron, givin' you stage fright\n Your head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe\n Now say it right\n\n Juvenile, hey tight, stay hype\n Now page Mike\n And make sure he got all the yay, aight?\n I'm tired of you bitches be thinkin' that you usin' me\n Runnin' with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me\n I'm workin' with some change, yeah\n And ain't afraid to put fifty up on your brain, yeah\n\n You 'bout woman over your people, I'm the same, yeah\n Look, I'ma have somebody sayin' that's a shame, yeah\n\n But if them people come, they ain't gon' give no names, yeah\n Baby, the number one stunner don't play no games, yeah\n Come outside and see nothin' but camo\n All them big snubbed guns\n Yeah, we got a boys packed with cannons\n Tryna knock off your shit\n Nigga, stankin' bitch, I'll rough ride your ass, yeah\n Cash in for money\n\n Juvi ain't gettin' nothin'\n Hahaha, that shit is funny\n\n Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n (Hell yeah, we 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what? what?)\nAll you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats\nNigga we don't need that I don't care about your feed back (Uh)\n\nYa'll niggas don't feed drag\nTell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out In ya safe house\nNigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at nigga where the weed at\nNigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\nMater fact where the ass at cause I got the Ruff Ryders\nAnd I aint talkin bout my niggas\n\nNigga we can go hoe for hoe toe to toe blow for blow\nAnd when you fell your nose crack\nThat mean I broke that I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know\nYou can't handle it You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\nAnd who that nigga Ruff Rydin' drag-on ya'll niggas and south siders\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\nHell yeah we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'till they cum\nDamn right we make them cum\nIt's for the north\nHead South, head East, head West\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the 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What?)\n[00:39.41] All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats\n[00:42.15] Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback (uh)\n[00:44.10] Ya'll niggas don't feed drag\n[00:45.38] Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house\n[00:47.56] Nigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at nigga where the weed at\n[00:50.28] Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n[00:52.24] Mater fact where the ass at 'cause I got the Ruff Ryders\n[00:54.08] And I ain't talkin' bout my niggas\n[00:55.22] Nigga we can go ho for ho, toe to toe, blow for blow\n[00:57.75] And when you fell your nose crack\n[00:58.86] That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to PO-PO wit' a flamethrower like I told yo' befo' ya know\n[01:02.61] You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\n[01:05.35] And who that nigga Ruff Rydin', drag-on, ya'll niggas and south siders\n[01:08.55] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[01:10.24] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[01:11.98] 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change, yeah\n[01:57.47] And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah\n[02:00.72] You 'bout warin' over ya people, I'm the same, yeah\n[02:04.03] Look I'ma have somebody sayin' that's the shame game\n[02:07.33] But if them people come, they ain't gonna give no names, yeah\n[02:10.68] Playin' wit' the number one son, don't play no games, yeah\n[02:14.15] Come outside, don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks\n[02:17.29] Yo' get some boys strapped wit' dans tryin' knock off yo' shit\n[02:19.94] Ya stankin' bitch, I Ruff Ryde your ass then\n[02:23.70] Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', ha, ha, ha, that shit is funny\n[02:28.27] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[02:30.08] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[02:31.68] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[02:33.11] Damn right, we make them cum\n[02:34.73] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\n[02:38.27] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[02:41.67] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[02:43.26] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[02:44.81] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[02:46.54] Damn right, we make them cum\n[02:48.02] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\n[02:51.57] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[02:55.01] When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out\n[02:56.75] When it come to my gun my shells is out\n[02:58.38] You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out\n[03:00.03] I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out\n[03:01.79] East, west, the right this for my niggas up north\n[03:03.75] My guns made in China so you better dust off\n[03:05.76] 'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup\n[03:07.21] I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'\n[03:09.18] And I won't even sweat ya' We roll much larger and better\n[03:11.37] My dough is never low\n[03:12.29] But if drag is down on his last\n[03:13.71] I'ma reach in my sweater bet my Beretta\n[03:15.00] Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather\n[03:17.02] Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch\n[03:18.49] Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her\n[03:20.36] Be like a dog wit' a bone, I run wit' her\n[03:22.02] Ya'll make me so tired\n[03:23.33] Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire\n[03:25.35] Ya'll ain't got ya'll suits\n[03:26.40] Ain't got ya'll boots, probably got a gun that ain't never shoot\n[03:28.61] When they come, you better hope they don't name you\n[03:30.34] 'Cause like two sticks rubbin', I'll flame you\n[03:32.00] Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you\n[03:33.44] 'Fore I have your spirits' wit' the angels\n[03:35.22] My shorty keep a gun on the ankles\n[03:36.97] Wanna fuck, watch out, she will bang you\n[03:38.51] 'Cause I taught her well\n[03:39.33] Ya'll players better haul to hell\n[03:40.72] But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt\n[03:41.63] Whoevers wit' you is goin' to jail\n[03:43.21] Do your niggas bustin' guns, or you ain't bustin' none, ha?\n[03:45.24] You want to fuck'em till they cum, ha\n[03:46.58] Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha\n[03:48.00] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[03:49.48] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[03:51.28] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[03:52.95] Damn right, we make them cum\n[03:54.34] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\n[03:58.09] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[04:01.24] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[04:02.91] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[04:04.49] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[04:06.15] Damn right, we make them cum\n[04:07.62] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)It's for the north\n[04:11.32] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[04:14.64] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[04:16.08] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[04:17.74] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[04:19.28] Damn right, we make them cum\n[04:21.04] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\n[04:24.54] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides 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What? 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In ya safe house\n[00:47.58] Nigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at nigga where the weed at\n[00:50.25] Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n[00:52.24] Mater fact where the ass at cause I got the Ruff Ryders\n[00:54.00] And I aint talkin bout my niggas\n[00:55.29] Nigga we can go hoe for hoe toe to toe blow for blow\n[00:57.72] And when you fell your nose crack\n[00:58.88] That mean I broke that I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know\n[01:02.65] You can't handle it You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\n[01:05.32] And who that nigga Ruff Rydin' drag-on ya'll niggas and south siders\n[01:08.51] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n[01:10.22] Hell yeah we bust our guns\n[01:11.99] Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n[01:13.57] Damn right we make them cum\n[01:15.05] It's for the north\n[01:16.04] Head South, head East, head West\n[01:18.51] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[01:21.95] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n[01:23.50] Hell yeah we bust our guns\n[01:25.18] Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n[01:26.86] Damn right we make them cum\n[01:28.38] It's for the north\n[01:29.34] Head South, head East, head West\n[01:31.88] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[01:35.32] In the late night\n[01:36.45] We be cockin high givin' you stage fright\n[01:38.76] Yo' head might explode\n[01:40.11] When I bust with the lead pipe\n[01:41.95] And I say right\n[01:43.35] Juvenile hey tight\n[01:45.03] Stay hype\n[01:45.78] Now page Mike\n[01:46.64] And make sure he got all the yeah aight\n[01:49.19] I'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me\n[01:52.22] Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me\n[01:55.44] I'm workin wit some change ha\n[01:57.48] And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha\n[02:00.75] You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha\n[02:04.03] Look I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game\n[02:07.33] But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha\n[02:10.68] Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha\n[02:14.15] Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks\n[02:17.25] Yo' get some boys straped with dans tryin knock off yo' shit\n[02:19.98] Ya stankin' bitch I Ruff Ryde your ass then\n[02:23.63] Cashin' for money Juve aint gettin nothin' ha, ha, ha that shit is funny\n[02:28.21] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n[02:30.01] Hell yeah we bust our guns\n[02:31.64] Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n[02:33.26] Damn right we make them cum\n[02:34.72] It's for the north\n[02:35.73] Head South, head east, head west\n[02:38.23] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[02:41.62] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n[02:43.27] Hell yeah we bust our guns\n[02:44.82] Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n[02:46.53] Damn right we make them cum\n[02:48.03] It's for the north\n[02:49.08] Head South, head East, head West\n[02:51.55] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[02:55.09] 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got ya'll suits\n[03:26.49] Aint got ya'll boots probaly got a gun that aint never shoot\n[03:28.65] When they come you better hope they don't name you\n[03:30.36] Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you\n[03:32.01] Don't try to be me cause I aint you\n[03:33.48] 'Fore I have your spirits with the angels\n[03:35.27] My shorty keep a gun on the ankles\n[03:36.99] Wana fuck watch out she will bang you\n[03:38.51] Cause I taught her well\n[03:39.30] Ya'll players better haul to hell\n[03:40.72] But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt\n[03:41.99] Who evers wit you is gonna jail\n[03:43.26] Do your niggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha\n[03:45.22] You want to fuck'em till they cum ha\n[03:46.53] Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha\n[03:48.05] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n[03:49.40] Hell yeah we bust our guns\n[03:51.21] Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n[03:52.94] Damn right we make them cum\n[03:54.30] It's for the north\n[03:55.24] Head South, head East, head 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low\n[03:12.26] But if Drag is down on his last\n[03:13.71] I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta\n[03:15.04] Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather\n[03:17.02] Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch\n[03:18.47] Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her\n[03:20.31] Be like a dog with a bone I run with her\n[03:22.05] Ya'll make me so tired\n[03:23.38] Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire\n[03:25.33] Ya'll aint got ya'll suits\n[03:26.49] Aint got ya'll boots probaly got a gun that aint never shoot\n[03:28.65] When they come you better hope they don't name you\n[03:30.36] Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you\n[03:32.01] Don't try to be me cause I aint you\n[03:33.48] 'Fore I have your spirits with the angels\n[03:35.27] My shorty keep a gun on the ankles\n[03:36.99] Wana fuck watch out she will bang you\n[03:38.51] Cause I taught her well\n[03:39.30] Ya'll players better haul to hell\n[03:40.72] But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt\n[03:41.99] Who evers wit you is gonna jail\n[03:43.26] Do your niggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha\n[03:45.22] You want to fuck'em till they cum ha\n[03:46.53] Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha\n[03:48.05] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n[03:49.40] Hell yeah we bust our guns\n[03:51.21] Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n[03:52.94] Damn right we make them cum\n[03:54.30] It's for the north\n[03:55.24] Head South, head East, head West\n[03:58.02] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[04:01.27] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n[04:02.91] Hell yeah we bust our guns\n[04:04.63] Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n[04:06.12] Damn right we make them cum\n[04:07.63] It's for the north\n[04:08.51] Head South, head East, head West\n[04:11.34] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[04:55.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Down Bottom\n artist: Ruff Ryders\n album: Unknown\n duration_ms: 296000\n instrumental: 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Swizz Swizz Beats, yea!\n\nMe and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops\nBetcha niggaz can't wait til my shit drop\nTreat you like your momma, give you lip a pop\nNigga you don't want my clip to drop\nCause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it\nCheck what the bullet did\nMissiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue\nShoot another rhyme just cause I missed you\nI make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag\nGot the chain out, so his muscle grabs\nNigga fuck that, you better bust back\n'Fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at\nRide like the girl but you can't trust cash\nSpit line of fire and he can't touch black\nAll you can do is cuss back\nIn your weak raps bout how you bust gats\nNigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback\nY'all niggaz don't feed Drag\nTil a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out\nIn the safe house, nigga where the keys at\nNigga where the stash at, nigga where the weed at\nNigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\nMatter fact where the ass at, cause I got the \"Rough Rider\"\nAnd I ain't talkin bout my niggaz\nCause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow\nAnd when you feel your nose crack\nThat mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower\nLike I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle\nYou can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\nAnd who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On\nY'all niggaz and Southsiders\n\nDo y'all niggaz bust y'all guns?\n(Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)\nDo y'all fuck them til they cum?\n(Damn right we make them cum!!)\nIt's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)\nEast (HEY) West (HEY)\nRuff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who ride the best\n\nHmmmm, hmmmmmmmm\nIn the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright\nYo head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe\nNow say it right, Juvenile, HE tight\nStay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight?\nI'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me\nRunnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me\nI'm workin wit some change aiy\nAnd aint afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay\nYou bout warrin over yo' people I'm the same yay\nLook, I'ma have somebody sayin that's the shame yay\nBut if them people come they ain't gon' give no names yay\nPlay with the number one stun'na don't play no games yay\nCome outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks\nThem gather up boys strapped with cannons\nTryin to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch\nI'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money\nJuven' ain't gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny\n\nWhen my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out\nWhen it come to my gun my shells is out\nYou better get the message, cause I done mailed it out\nThat I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South\nEast West, and write letters for my niggaz up North\nMy guns made in China, so you better dust off\nComin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar\nI never ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya\nYou won't roll four and better\nMy dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last\nI'ma reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta\nMake a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather\nCan't stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch\nBitch come to my shit, you betta come get her\nBe like a dog with a bone I run with her\nY'all make me so tired\nY'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire\nAnd y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots\nProbably gotta gun that ain't never shoot\nWhen we come you better hope they don't name you\nCause like two sticks rubbin I'll flame you\nDon't try to be me cause I ain't you\n'Fore I have your spirit with the angels\nMy shorty keep a gun on the ankles\nWanna fuck? Watch out she'll bang you\nCause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell\nBut you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt\nWhoever wit you is goin to jail\nDo you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?\nYou wanna fuck em til they cum, huh?\nDrag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want huh?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.86] [Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm\n[00:02.61] [Drag] Ha ha hah\n[00:03.65] Oh! Damn, now bop to this\n[00:05.45] Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on)\n[00:09.13] Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on)\n[00:13.38] And now. Swizz Swizz Beats, yea!\n[00:16.04] Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops\n[00:17.99] Betcha niggaz can't wait til my shit drop\n[00:19.52] Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop\n[00:21.04] Nigga you don't want my clip to drop\n[00:22.48] Cause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it\n[00:24.25] Check what the bullet did\n[00:25.33] Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue\n[00:27.53] Shoot another rhyme just cause I missed you\n[00:29.38] I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag\n[00:31.25] Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs\n[00:32.75] Nigga fuck that, you better bust back\n[00:34.57] 'Fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at\n[00:36.02] Ride like the girl but you can't trust cash\n[00:37.61] Spit line of fire and he can't touch black\n[00:39.31] All you can do is cuss back\n[00:40.64] In your weak raps bout how you bust gats\n[00:41.96] Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback\n[00:44.02] Y'all niggaz don't feed Drag\n[00:45.22] Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out\n[00:46.93] In the safe house, nigga where the keys at\n[00:48.41] Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the weed at\n[00:50.47] Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n[00:51.72] Matter fact where the ass at, cause I got the \"Rough Rider\"\n[00:54.13] And I ain't talkin bout my niggaz\n[00:55.33] Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow\n[00:57.78] And when you feel your nose crack\n[00:59.15] That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower\n[01:01.19] Like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle\n[01:02.74] You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\n[01:04.69] And who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On\n[01:07.17] Y'all niggaz and Southsiders\n[01:08.28] Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns?\n[01:10.49] (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)\n[01:12.21] Do y'all fuck them til they cum?\n[01:13.93] (Damn right we make them cum!!)\n[01:15.37] It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)\n[01:17.36] East (HEY) West (HEY)\n[01:18.96] Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who ride the best\n[01:33.31] Hmmmm, hmmmmmmmm\n[01:34.84] In the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright\n[01:38.32] Yo head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe\n[01:41.47] Now say it right, Juvenile, HE tight\n[01:44.81] Stay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight?\n[01:48.75] I'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me\n[01:51.48] Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me\n[01:55.13] I'm workin wit some change aiy\n[01:57.19] And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay\n[02:00.05] You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the same yay\n[02:03.76] Look, I'ma have somebody sayin that's the shame yay\n[02:06.51] But if them people come they ain't gon' give no names yay\n[02:09.88] Play with the number one stun'na don't play no games yay\n[02:13.57] Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks\n[02:16.99] Them gather up boys strapped with cannons\n[02:18.61] Tryin to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch\n[02:21.00] I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money\n[02:25.02] Juven' ain't gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny\n[02:38.39] When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out\n[02:56.66] When it come to my gun my shells is out\n[02:58.12] You better get the message, cause I done mailed it out\n[02:59.93] That I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South\n[03:01.55] East West, and write letters for my niggaz up North\n[03:03.20] My guns made in China, so you better dust off\n[03:05.31] Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar\n[03:07.84] I never ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya\n[03:09.70] You won't roll four and better\n[03:11.24] My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last\n[03:13.62] I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta\n[03:14.97] Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather\n[03:16.71] Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch\n[03:18.23] Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her\n[03:19.92] Be like a dog with a bone I run with her\n[03:21.73] Y'all make me so tired\n[03:22.91] Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire\n[03:25.04] And y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots\n[03:26.78] Probably gotta gun that ain't never shoot\n[03:28.40] When we come you better hope they don't name you\n[03:29.88] Cause like two sticks rubbin I'll flame you\n[03:31.48] Don't try to be me cause I ain't you\n[03:33.15] 'Fore I have your spirit with the angels\n[03:34.84] My shorty keep a gun on the ankles\n[03:36.59] Wanna fuck? 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Swizz Swizz Beats, yea!\n\n Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops\n Betcha niggaz can't wait til my shit drop\n Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop\n Nigga you don't want my clip to drop\n Cause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it\n Check what the bullet did\n Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue\n Shoot another rhyme just cause I missed you\n I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag\n Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs\n Nigga fuck that, you better bust back\n 'Fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at\n Ride like the girl but you can't trust cash\n Spit line of fire and he can't touch black\n All you can do is cuss back\n In your weak raps bout how you bust gats\n Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback\n Y'all niggaz don't feed Drag\n Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out\n In the safe house, nigga where the keys at\n Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the weed at\n Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n Matter fact where the ass at, cause I got the \"Rough Rider\"\n And I ain't talkin bout my niggaz\n Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow\n And when you feel your nose crack\n That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower\n Like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle\n You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\n And who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On\n Y'all niggaz and Southsiders\n\n Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns?\n (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)\n Do y'all fuck them til they cum?\n (Damn right we make them cum!!)\n It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)\n East (HEY) West (HEY)\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who ride the best\n\n Hmmmm, hmmmmmmmm\n In the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright\n Yo head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe\n Now say it right, Juvenile, HE tight\n Stay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight?\n I'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me\n Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me\n I'm workin wit some change aiy\n And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay\n You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the same yay\n Look, I'ma have somebody sayin that's the shame yay\n But if them people come they ain't gon' give no names yay\n Play with the number one stun'na don't play no games yay\n Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks\n Them gather up boys strapped with cannons\n Tryin to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch\n I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money\n Juven' ain't gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny\n\n When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out\n When it come to my gun my shells is out\n You better get the message, cause I done mailed it out\n That I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South\n East West, and write letters for my niggaz up North\n My guns made in China, so you better dust off\n Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar\n I never ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya\n You won't roll four and better\n My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last\n I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta\n Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather\n Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch\n Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her\n Be like a dog with a bone I run with her\n Y'all make me so tired\n Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire\n And y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots\n Probably gotta gun that ain't never shoot\n When we come you better hope they don't name you\n Cause like two sticks rubbin I'll flame you\n Don't try to be me cause I ain't you\n 'Fore I have your spirit with the angels\n My shorty keep a gun on the ankles\n Wanna fuck? Watch out she'll bang you\n Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell\n But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt\n Whoever wit you is goin to jail\n Do you niggaz bust your guns? 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225230\n- text: You wanna fuck with your gun, huh?\n start_ms: 225230\n end_ms: 226530\n- text: Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want?\n start_ms: 226530\n end_ms: 228780\n- text: Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n start_ms: 228780\n end_ms: 229760\n- text: (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n start_ms: 229760\n end_ms: 231220\n- text: Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n start_ms: 231220\n end_ms: 232870\n- text: (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n start_ms: 232870\n end_ms: 234420\n- text: It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n start_ms: 234420\n end_ms: 238360\n- text: Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n start_ms: 238360\n end_ms: 241300\n- text: Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n start_ms: 241300\n end_ms: 242970\n- text: (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n start_ms: 242970\n end_ms: 244530\n- text: Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n start_ms: 244530\n end_ms: 246160\n- text: (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n start_ms: 246160\n end_ms: 247760\n- text: 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(Hey), West (Hey)\n\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n"},{"id":26746248,"name":"Drag-On, Juvenile - Down Bottom","trackName":"Drag-On, Juvenile - Down Bottom","artistName":"Ruff Ryders","albumName":"Ryde Or Die Vol. I","duration":295.82125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hmm-mm\nHa, ha, ha oh, damn\nNow bop to this oh yeah\nYa'll know what this is\nFlame on\nJuvenile, drag-on\nFlame on\nAnd now Swizz, Swizz Beatz, yeah\n\nMe and my niggas done licked shots\nEven done hit cops\nBet ya'll niggas can't wait 'til my shit drop\nTreat you like your moma given' lip to pop\nNigga you don't want my paper drop\n'Cause that means I'm empty and your full of it\nCheck what the bullet did\n\nMissiles gonna hit you get you\nRip through tissue, should have never rhymed this 'cause I miss you\nI make plus cash (wha), ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit' Drag\nGot the chain out so it's bust and grab\nNigga fuck that you better bust back 'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at\nRock like a girl, but you can't trust cash\nSpit like a fire, but you can't touch black (what? What? What?)\nAll you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats\nNigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback (uh)\n\nYa'll niggas don't feed drag\nTell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house\nNigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at nigga where the weed at\nNigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\nMater fact where the ass at 'cause I got the Ruff Ryders\nAnd I ain't talkin' bout my niggas\n\nNigga we can go ho for ho, toe to toe, blow for blow\nAnd when you fell your nose crack\nThat mean I broke that I'm fittin' to PO-PO wit' a flamethrower like I told yo' befo' ya know\nYou can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\nAnd who that nigga Ruff Rydin', drag-on, ya'll niggas and south siders\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north\nHead south, head east, head west\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north\nHead south, head east, head west\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nIn the late night\nWe be cockin' high givin' you stage fright\nYo' head might explode when I bust wit' the lead pipe\nAnd I say right\nJuvenile, hey tight\nStay hype, now page Mike\nAnd make sure he got all the, yeah, aight?\n\nI'm tired of niggas be thinkin' that you usin' me\nRunnin' wit' them petty ass niggas, lookin' like fools to me\nI'm workin' wit' some change, yeah\nAnd ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah\nYou 'bout warin' over ya people, I'm the same, yeah\nLook I'ma have somebody sayin' that's the shame game\nBut if them people come, they ain't gonna give no names, yeah\n\nPlayin' wit' the number one son, don't play no games, yeah\nCome outside, don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks\nYo' get some boys strapped wit' dans tryin' knock off yo' shit\nYa stankin' bitch, I Ruff Ryde your ass then\nCashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', ha, ha, ha, that shit is funny\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nWhen my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out\nWhen it come to my gun my shells is out\nYou better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out\nI'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out\nEast, west, the right this for my niggas up north\nMy guns made in China so you better dust off\n'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup\nI always got chedder I never ass bet ya'\n\nAnd I won't even sweat ya' We roll much larger and better\nMy dough is never low\nBut if drag is down on his last\nI'ma reach in my sweater bet my Beretta\nMake a nigga feel heat in cold weather\nCan't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch\nBitch come to my shit, you betta come get her\nBe like a dog wit' a bone, I run wit' her\nYa'll make me so tired\n\nYa'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire\nYa'll ain't got ya'll suits\nAin't got ya'll boots, probably got a gun that ain't never shoot\nWhen they come, you better hope they don't name you\n'Cause like two sticks rubbin', I'll flame you\nDon't try to be me 'cause I ain't you\n'Fore I have your spirits' wit' the angels\nMy shorty keep a gun on the ankles\nWanna fuck, watch out, she will bang you\n'Cause I taught her well\n\nYa'll players better haul to hell\nBut you niggas couldn't borrow a belt\nWhoevers wit' you is goin' to jail\nDo your niggas bustin' guns, or you ain't bustin' none, ha?\nYou want to fuck'em till they cum, ha\nDrag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)It's for the north\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\nHell yeah, we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'til they cum?\nDamn right, we make them cum\nIt's for the north (ay), south 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where the vest at\n[00:36.29] Rock like a girl, but you can't trust cash\n[00:37.87] Spit like a fire, but you can't touch black (what? What? What?)\n[00:39.48] All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats\n[00:42.18] Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback (uh)\n[00:44.10] Ya'll niggas don't feed drag\n[00:45.33] Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house\n[00:47.57] Nigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at nigga where the weed at\n[00:50.26] Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n[00:52.26] Mater fact where the ass at 'cause I got the Ruff Ryders\n[00:54.01] And I ain't talkin' bout my niggas\n[00:55.24] Nigga we can go ho for ho, toe to toe, blow for blow\n[00:57.72] And when you fell your nose crack\n[00:58.87] That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to PO-PO wit' a flamethrower like I told yo' befo' ya know\n[01:02.61] You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\n[01:05.35] And who that nigga Ruff Rydin', drag-on, ya'll niggas and south siders\n[01:08.58] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[01:10.24] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[01:11.99] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[01:13.55] Damn right, we make them cum\n[01:15.06] It's for the north\n[01:16.01] Head south, head east, head west\n[01:18.58] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[01:21.97] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[01:23.59] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[01:25.11] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[01:26.80] Damn right, we make them cum\n[01:28.32] It's for the north\n[01:29.39] Head south, head east, head west\n[01:31.86] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[01:35.32] In the late night\n[01:36.43] We be cockin' high givin' you stage fright\n[01:38.75] Yo' head might explode when I bust wit' the lead pipe\n[01:41.90] And I say right\n[01:43.31] Juvenile, hey tight\n[01:45.04] Stay hype, now page Mike\n[01:46.60] And make sure he got all the, yeah, aight?\n[01:49.14] I'm tired of niggas be thinkin' that you usin' me\n[01:52.22] Runnin' wit' them petty ass niggas, lookin' like fools to me\n[01:55.47] I'm workin' wit' some change, yeah\n[01:57.41] And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah\n[02:00.73] You 'bout warin' over ya people, I'm the same, yeah\n[02:04.02] Look I'ma have somebody sayin' that's the shame game\n[02:07.33] But if them people come, they ain't gonna give no names, yeah\n[02:10.61] Playin' wit' the number one son, don't play no games, yeah\n[02:14.14] Come outside, don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks\n[02:17.28] Yo' get some boys strapped wit' dans tryin' knock off yo' shit\n[02:19.90] Ya stankin' bitch, I Ruff Ryde your ass then\n[02:23.69] Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', ha, ha, ha, that shit is funny\n[02:28.28] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[02:30.05] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[02:31.64] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[02:33.20] Damn right, we make them cum\n[02:34.74] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\n[02:38.21] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[02:41.70] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[02:43.25] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[02:44.82] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[02:46.52] Damn right, we make them cum\n[02:48.04] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\n[02:51.58] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[02:55.04] When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out\n[02:56.78] When it come to my gun my shells is out\n[02:58.34] You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out\n[03:00.04] I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out\n[03:01.79] East, west, the right this for my niggas up north\n[03:03.79] My guns made in China so you better dust off\n[03:05.75] 'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup\n[03:07.24] I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'\n[03:09.11] And I won't even sweat ya' We roll much larger and better\n[03:11.33] My dough is never low\n[03:12.26] But if drag is down on his last\n[03:13.75] I'ma reach in my sweater bet my Beretta\n[03:15.05] Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather\n[03:17.00] Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch\n[03:18.46] Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her\n[03:20.30] Be like a dog wit' a bone, I run wit' her\n[03:22.09] Ya'll make me so tired\n[03:23.36] Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire\n[03:25.38] Ya'll ain't got ya'll suits\n[03:26.47] Ain't got ya'll boots, probably got a gun that ain't never shoot\n[03:28.62] When they come, you better hope they don't name you\n[03:30.32] 'Cause like two sticks rubbin', I'll flame you\n[03:32.07] Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you\n[03:33.46] 'Fore I have your spirits' wit' the angels\n[03:35.24] My shorty keep a gun on the ankles\n[03:36.96] Wanna fuck, watch out, she will bang you\n[03:38.51] 'Cause I taught her well\n[03:39.36] Ya'll players better haul to hell\n[03:40.78] But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt\n[03:41.66] Whoevers wit' you is goin' to jail\n[03:43.25] Do your niggas bustin' guns, or you ain't bustin' none, ha?\n[03:45.23] You want to fuck'em till they cum, ha\n[03:46.54] Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha\n[03:48.00] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[03:49.48] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[03:51.24] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[03:52.99] Damn right, we make them cum\n[03:54.33] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\n[03:58.08] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[04:01.21] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[04:02.96] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[04:04.45] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[04:06.16] Damn right, we make them cum\n[04:07.62] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)It's for the north\n[04:11.35] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[04:14.63] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n[04:16.02] Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n[04:17.74] Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n[04:19.20] Damn right, we make them cum\n[04:21.00] It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\n[04:24.51] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides 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bricks\n Yo' get some boys strapped wit' dans tryin' knock off yo' shit\n Ya stankin' bitch, I Ruff Ryde your ass then\n Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', ha, ha, ha, that shit is funny\n\n Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n Damn right, we make them cum\n It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\n Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\n Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?\n Hell yeah, we bust our guns\n Do you fuck them 'til they cum?\n Damn right, we make them cum\n It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)\n Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\n When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out\n When it come to my gun my shells is out\n You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out\n I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out\n East, west, the right this for my niggas up north\n My guns made in China so you better dust off\n 'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup\n I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'\n\n And I won't even sweat ya' We roll much larger and better\n My dough is never low\n But if drag is down on his last\n I'ma reach in my sweater bet my Beretta\n Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather\n Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch\n Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her\n Be like a dog wit' a bone, I run wit' her\n Ya'll make me so tired\n\n Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire\n Ya'll ain't got ya'll suits\n Ain't got ya'll boots, probably got a gun that ain't never shoot\n When they come, you better hope they don't name you\n 'Cause like two sticks rubbin', I'll flame you\n Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you\n 'Fore I have your spirits' wit' the angels\n My shorty keep a gun on the ankles\n Wanna fuck, watch out, she will bang you\n 'Cause I taught her well\n\n Ya'll players better haul to hell\n But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt\n 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shit\n[02:20.67] Nigga, stankin' bitch, I'll rough ride your ass, yeah\n[02:23.72] Cash in for money\n[02:25.23] Juvi ain't gettin' nothin'\n[02:26.62] Hahaha, that shit is funny\n[02:28.31] Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n[02:30.09] (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n[02:31.62] Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n[02:33.23] (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n[02:34.77] It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n[02:38.66] Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n[02:41.63] Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n[02:43.22] (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n[02:44.98] Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n[02:46.59] (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n[02:47.90] It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n[02:51.93] Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n[02:55.06] When my niggas get knocked, we gon' bail 'em out\n[02:56.76] When it come to my gun, my shells is out\n[02:58.39] You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out\n[03:00.02] That I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail the South\n[03:01.78] East, West, and by cutters from niggas up North\n[03:03.88] My guns made in China, so you better duck soft\n[03:05.86] Come when I get you, you gon' bleed ketchup\n[03:07.23] I always got cheddar, I never ass bet ya\n[03:09.13] And I won't even sweat ya\n[03:10.14] You gon' go forward and better\n[03:11.37] My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last\n[03:13.75] I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my Beretta\n[03:15.49] Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather\n[03:17.08] Can't stand a nigga hyped over his bitch\n[03:18.93] If you feelin' my shit, you better come get her\n[03:20.36] 'Cause like a dog with a bone, I'll run with her\n[03:22.00] Y'all make me so tired\n[03:23.37] Y'all niggas still rappin' like you don't know my flow's fire\n[03:25.28] And y'all ain't got the suits, ain't got your boots\n[03:27.21] Probably got a gun that ain't never shoot\n[03:28.77] When we come, you better hope they don't aim you\n[03:30.20] 'Cause like two sticks rubbin', I'll flame you\n[03:32.05] Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you\n[03:33.64] 'Fore I have your spirit with the angels\n[03:35.35] My shorty keep a gun on her ankles\n[03:36.97] Wanna fuck, watch out, she'll fuck you\n[03:38.57] 'Cause I taught her well\n[03:39.44] Y'all players better haul to Hell\n[03:40.77] I bet you niggas gettin' ball and bail\n[03:41.97] Whoever with you is goin' to jail\n[03:43.58] Nigga, bust your gun or you ain't bustin' none, huh?\n[03:45.23] You wanna fuck with your gun, huh?\n[03:46.53] Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want?\n[03:48.78] Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n[03:49.76] (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n[03:51.22] Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n[03:52.87] (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n[03:54.42] It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n[03:58.36] Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n[04:01.30] Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n[04:02.97] (Hell yeah, we bust 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start_ms: 83520\n end_ms: 85280\n- text: Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n start_ms: 85280\n end_ms: 86830\n- text: (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n start_ms: 86830\n end_ms: 88380\n- text: It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n start_ms: 88380\n end_ms: 92350\n- text: Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n start_ms: 92350\n end_ms: 95430\n- text: In the late night\n start_ms: 95430\n end_ms: 96470\n- text: We be cockin' iron, givin' you stage fright\n start_ms: 96470\n end_ms: 98770\n- text: Your head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe\n start_ms: 98770\n end_ms: 101950\n- text: Now say it right\n start_ms: 101950\n end_ms: 103460\n- text: Juvenile, hey tight, stay hype\n start_ms: 103460\n end_ms: 105860\n- text: Now page Mike\n start_ms: 105860\n end_ms: 106650\n- text: And make sure he got all the yay, aight?\n start_ms: 106650\n end_ms: 109160\n- text: I'm tired of you bitches be thinkin' that you usin' me\n start_ms: 109160\n 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ass clown where the gats at\n Ride like a girl but you can't trust cats\n Spit a lot of fire and you can't touch black\n All you can do is cuss back\n And you read raps 'bout how you bust gats\n\n Nigga, we don't need that\n I don't care what your feedback\n Y'all niggas don't feed Drag\n 'Til a motherfucker pull out\n Bust a bullet out in your safe house\n\n Nigga, where the keys at?\n\n Nigga, where the stash at?\n Nigga, where the weed at?\n Nigga, pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n\n Matter fact, where the X at?\n 'Cause I got the Ruff Rydin'\n And I ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas\n\n And nigga, we can go ho for ho\n\n Toe to toe, blow for blow\n And when you feel your nose crack\n That mean I broke that\n I fill a .44 with a flame thrower\n Like I told y'all before\n You know, you can't handle me\n You can put me on wax but fire burn candles\n\n Now who that nigga Ruff Rydin'?\n Drag-On, y'all niggas Southsiders\n\n Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n 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is out\n You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out\n That I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail the South\n East, West, and by cutters from niggas up North\n My guns made in China, so you better duck soft\n\n Come when I get you, you gon' bleed ketchup\n I always got cheddar, I never ass bet ya\n And I won't even sweat ya\n You gon' go forward and better\n My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last\n I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my Beretta\n Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather\n\n Can't stand a nigga hyped over his bitch\n If you feelin' my shit, you better come get her\n 'Cause like a dog with a bone, I'll run with her\n Y'all make me so tired\n Y'all niggas still rappin' like you don't know my flow's fire\n And y'all ain't got the suits, ain't got your boots\n Probably got a gun that ain't never shoot\n When we come, you better hope they don't aim you\n 'Cause like two sticks rubbin', I'll flame you\n Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you\n\n 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Damn, now bop to this\nYeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on)\nJuvenile, Drag-On (flame on)\nAnd now. Swizz Swizz Beats, yea!\n\nMe and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops\nBetcha niggaz can't wait til my shit drop\nTreat you like your momma, give you lip a pop\nNigga you don't want my clip to drop\nCause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it\nCheck what the bullet did\nMissiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue\nShoot another rhyme just cause I missed you\nI make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag\nGot the chain out, so his muscle grabs\nNigga fuck that, you better bust back\n'Fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at\nRide like the girl but you can't trust cash\nSpit line of fire and he can't touch black\nAll you can do is cuss back\nIn your weak raps bout how you bust gats\nNigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback\nY'all niggaz don't feed Drag\nTil a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out\nIn the safe house, nigga where the keys at\nNigga where the stash at, nigga where the weed at\nNigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\nMatter fact where the ass at, cause I got the \"Rough Rider\"\nAnd I ain't talkin bout my niggaz\nCause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow\nAnd when you feel your nose crack\nThat mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower\nLike I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle\nYou can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\nAnd who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On\nY'all niggaz and Southsiders\n\nDo y'all niggaz bust y'all guns?\n(Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)\nDo y'all fuck them til they cum?\n(Damn right we make them cum!!)\nIt's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)\nEast (HEY) West (HEY)\nRuff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who ride the best\n\nHmmmm, hmmmmmmmm\nIn the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright\nYo head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe\nNow say it right, Juvenile, HE tight\nStay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight?\nI'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me\nRunnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me\nI'm workin wit some change aiy\nAnd aint afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay\nYou bout warrin over yo' people I'm the same yay\nLook, I'ma have somebody sayin that's the shame yay\nBut if them people come they ain't gon' give no names yay\nPlay with the number one stun'na don't play no games yay\nCome outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks\nThem gather up boys strapped with cannons\nTryin to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch\nI'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money\nJuven' ain't gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny\n\nWhen my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out\nWhen it come to my gun my shells is out\nYou better get the message, cause I done mailed it out\nThat I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South\nEast West, and write letters for my niggaz up North\nMy guns made in China, so you better dust off\nComin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar\nI never ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya\nYou won't roll four and better\nMy dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last\nI'ma reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta\nMake a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather\nCan't stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch\nBitch come to my shit, you betta come get her\nBe like a dog with a bone I run with her\nY'all make me so tired\nY'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire\nAnd y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots\nProbably gotta gun that ain't never shoot\nWhen we come you better hope they don't name you\nCause like two sticks rubbin I'll flame you\nDon't try to be me cause I ain't you\n'Fore I have your spirit with the angels\nMy shorty keep a gun on the ankles\nWanna fuck? Watch out she'll bang you\nCause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell\nBut you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt\nWhoever wit you is goin to jail\nDo you niggaz bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh?\nYou wanna fuck em til they cum, huh?\nDrag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want huh?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.86] [Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm\n[00:02.61] [Drag] Ha ha hah\n[00:03.65] Oh! Damn, now bop to this\n[00:05.45] Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on)\n[00:09.13] Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on)\n[00:13.38] And now. Swizz Swizz Beats, yea!\n[00:16.04] Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops\n[00:17.99] Betcha niggaz can't wait til my shit drop\n[00:19.52] Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop\n[00:21.04] Nigga you don't want my clip to drop\n[00:22.48] Cause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it\n[00:24.25] Check what the bullet did\n[00:25.33] Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue\n[00:27.53] Shoot another rhyme just cause I missed you\n[00:29.38] I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag\n[00:31.25] Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs\n[00:32.75] Nigga fuck that, you better bust back\n[00:34.57] 'Fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at\n[00:36.02] Ride like the girl but you can't trust cash\n[00:37.61] Spit line of fire and he can't touch black\n[00:39.31] All you can do is cuss back\n[00:40.64] In your weak raps bout how you bust gats\n[00:41.96] Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback\n[00:44.02] Y'all niggaz don't feed Drag\n[00:45.22] Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out\n[00:46.93] In the safe house, nigga where the keys at\n[00:48.41] Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the weed at\n[00:50.47] Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n[00:51.72] Matter fact where the ass at, cause I got the \"Rough Rider\"\n[00:54.13] And I ain't talkin bout my niggaz\n[00:55.33] Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow\n[00:57.78] And when you feel your nose crack\n[00:59.15] That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower\n[01:01.19] Like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle\n[01:02.74] You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\n[01:04.69] And who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On\n[01:07.17] Y'all niggaz and Southsiders\n[01:08.28] Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns?\n[01:10.49] (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)\n[01:12.21] Do y'all fuck them til they cum?\n[01:13.93] (Damn right we make them cum!!)\n[01:15.37] It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)\n[01:17.36] East (HEY) West (HEY)\n[01:18.96] Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who ride the best\n[01:33.31] Hmmmm, hmmmmmmmm\n[01:34.84] In the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright\n[01:38.32] Yo head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe\n[01:41.47] Now say it right, Juvenile, HE tight\n[01:44.81] Stay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight?\n[01:48.75] I'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me\n[01:51.48] Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me\n[01:55.13] I'm workin wit some change aiy\n[01:57.19] And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay\n[02:00.05] You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the same yay\n[02:03.76] Look, I'ma have somebody sayin that's the shame yay\n[02:06.51] But if them people come they ain't gon' give no names yay\n[02:09.88] Play with the number one stun'na don't play no games yay\n[02:13.57] Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks\n[02:16.99] Them gather up boys strapped with cannons\n[02:18.61] Tryin to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch\n[02:21.00] I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money\n[02:25.02] Juven' ain't gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny\n[02:38.39] When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out\n[02:56.66] When it come to my gun my shells is out\n[02:58.12] You better get the message, cause I done mailed it out\n[02:59.93] That I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South\n[03:01.55] East West, and write letters for my niggaz up North\n[03:03.20] My guns made in China, so you better dust off\n[03:05.31] Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar\n[03:07.84] I never ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya\n[03:09.70] You won't roll four and better\n[03:11.24] My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last\n[03:13.62] I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta\n[03:14.97] Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather\n[03:16.71] Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch\n[03:18.23] Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her\n[03:19.92] Be like a dog with a bone I run with her\n[03:21.73] Y'all make me so tired\n[03:22.91] Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire\n[03:25.04] And y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots\n[03:26.78] Probably gotta gun that ain't never shoot\n[03:28.40] When we come you better hope they don't name you\n[03:29.88] Cause like two sticks rubbin I'll flame you\n[03:31.48] Don't try to be me cause I ain't you\n[03:33.15] 'Fore I have your spirit with the angels\n[03:34.84] My shorty keep a gun on the ankles\n[03:36.59] Wanna fuck? 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Swizz Swizz Beats, yea!\n\n Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops\n Betcha niggaz can't wait til my shit drop\n Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop\n Nigga you don't want my clip to drop\n Cause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it\n Check what the bullet did\n Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue\n Shoot another rhyme just cause I missed you\n I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag\n Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs\n Nigga fuck that, you better bust back\n 'Fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at\n Ride like the girl but you can't trust cash\n Spit line of fire and he can't touch black\n All you can do is cuss back\n In your weak raps bout how you bust gats\n Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback\n Y'all niggaz don't feed Drag\n Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out\n In the safe house, nigga where the keys at\n Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the weed at\n Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n Matter fact where the ass at, cause I got the \"Rough Rider\"\n And I ain't talkin bout my niggaz\n Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow\n And when you feel your nose crack\n That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower\n Like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle\n You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\n And who that nigga Ruff Rydin, Drag-On\n Y'all niggaz and Southsiders\n\n Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns?\n (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!)\n Do y'all fuck them til they cum?\n (Damn right we make them cum!!)\n It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY)\n East (HEY) West (HEY)\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who ride the best\n\n Hmmmm, hmmmmmmmm\n In the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright\n Yo head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe\n Now say it right, Juvenile, HE tight\n Stay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight?\n I'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me\n Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me\n I'm workin wit some change aiy\n And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay\n You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the same yay\n Look, I'ma have somebody sayin that's the shame yay\n But if them people come they ain't gon' give no names yay\n Play with the number one stun'na don't play no games yay\n Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks\n Them gather up boys strapped with cannons\n Tryin to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch\n I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money\n Juven' ain't gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny\n\n When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out\n When it come to my gun my shells is out\n You better get the message, cause I done mailed it out\n That I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South\n East West, and write letters for my niggaz up North\n My guns made in China, so you better dust off\n Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar\n I never ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya\n You won't roll four and better\n My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last\n I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta\n Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather\n Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch\n Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her\n Be like a dog with a bone I run with her\n Y'all make me so tired\n Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire\n And y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots\n Probably gotta gun that ain't never shoot\n When we come you better hope they don't name you\n Cause like two sticks rubbin I'll flame you\n Don't try to be me cause I ain't you\n 'Fore I have your spirit with the angels\n My shorty keep a gun on the ankles\n Wanna fuck? Watch out she'll bang you\n Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell\n But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt\n Whoever wit you is goin to jail\n Do you niggaz bust your guns? 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we make them cum\nIt's for the north\nHead South, head East, head West\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\nHell yeah we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'till they cum\nDamn right we make them cum\nIt's for the north\nHead South, head East, head West\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nIn the late night\nWe be cockin high givin' you stage fright\nYo' head might explode\nWhen I bust with the lead pipe\nAnd I say right\nJuvenile hey tight\nStay hype\nNow page Mike\n\nAnd make sure he got all the yeah aight\nI'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me\nRunnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me\nI'm workin wit some change ha\nAnd aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha\nYou 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha\nLook I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game\nBut if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha\n\nPlayin' with the number one son don't play no games ha\nCome 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aint never shoot\n[03:28.65] When they come you better hope they don't name you\n[03:30.36] Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you\n[03:32.01] Don't try to be me cause I aint you\n[03:33.48] 'Fore I have your spirits with the angels\n[03:35.27] My shorty keep a gun on the ankles\n[03:36.99] Wana fuck watch out she will bang you\n[03:38.51] Cause I taught her well\n[03:39.30] Ya'll players better haul to hell\n[03:40.72] But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt\n[03:41.99] Who evers wit you is gonna jail\n[03:43.26] Do your niggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha\n[03:45.22] You want to fuck'em till they cum ha\n[03:46.53] Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha\n[03:48.05] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n[03:49.40] Hell yeah we bust our guns\n[03:51.21] Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n[03:52.94] Damn right we make them cum\n[03:54.30] It's for the north\n[03:55.24] Head South, head East, head West\n[03:58.02] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the 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my baretta\nMake a nigga feel heat in cold weather\nCan't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch\nBitch come to my shit you betta come get her\nBe like a dog with a bone I run with her\nYa'll make me so tired\n\nYa'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire\nYa'll aint got ya'll suits\nAint got ya'll boots probaly got a gun that aint never shoot\nWhen they come you better hope they don't name you\nCause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you\nDon't try to be me cause I aint you\n'Fore I have your spirits with the angels\nMy shorty keep a gun on the ankles\nWana fuck watch out she will bang you\nCause I taught her well\n\nYa'll players better haul to hell\nBut you niggas couldn't borrow a belt\nWho evers wit you is gonna jail\nDo your niggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha\nYou want to fuck'em till they cum ha\nDrag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\nHell yeah we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'till they cum\nDamn right we make them cum\nIt's for the north\nHead South, head East, head West\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n\nDo ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\nHell yeah we bust our guns\nDo you fuck them 'till they cum\nDamn right we make them cum\nIt's for the north\nHead South, head East, head West\nRuff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] Mmmm, mmmm\n[00:02.18] Ha, Ha, Ha Oh, damn\n[00:04.57] Now bop to this oh yeah\n[00:07.85] Ya'll know what this is\n[00:09.29] Flame on\n[00:10.33] Juvenile, drag-on\n[00:12.37] Flame on\n[00:13.06] And now Swizz, Swizz Beatz yeah\n[00:15.95] Me and my niggas done licked shots\n[00:17.13] Even done hit cops\n[00:18.05] Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my shit drop\n[00:19.54] Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop\n[00:21.20] Nigga you don't want my paper drop\n[00:22.26] Cause that means I'm empty\n[00:23.57] And your full of it\n[00:24.11] Check what the bullet did\n[00:25.28] Missiles gonna hit you get you\n[00:26.95] Rip through tissue should have never rhymed this cause I miss you\n[00:29.31] I make plus cash (wha) Ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit Drag\n[00:31.63] Got the chain out so it's bust and grab\n[00:32.92] Nigga fuck that you better bust back 'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at\n[00:36.27] Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash\n[00:37.89] Spit like a fire but you can't touch black (what? what? what?)\n[00:39.50] All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats\n[00:42.19] Nigga we don't need that I don't care about your feed back (Uh)\n[00:44.12] Ya'll niggas don't feed drag\n[00:45.33] Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out In ya safe house\n[00:47.58] Nigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at nigga where the weed at\n[00:50.25] Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n[00:52.24] Mater fact where the ass at cause I got the Ruff Ryders\n[00:54.00] And I aint talkin bout my niggas\n[00:55.29] Nigga we can go hoe for hoe toe to toe blow for blow\n[00:57.72] And when you fell your nose crack\n[00:58.88] That mean I broke that I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know\n[01:02.65] You can't handle it You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\n[01:05.32] And who that nigga Ruff Rydin' drag-on ya'll niggas and south siders\n[01:08.51] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n[01:10.22] Hell yeah we bust our guns\n[01:11.99] Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n[01:13.57] Damn right we make them cum\n[01:15.05] It's for the north\n[01:16.04] Head South, head East, head West\n[01:18.51] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[01:21.95] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n[01:23.50] Hell yeah we bust our guns\n[01:25.18] Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n[01:26.86] Damn right we make them cum\n[01:28.38] It's for the north\n[01:29.34] Head South, head East, head West\n[01:31.88] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[01:35.32] In the late night\n[01:36.45] We be cockin high givin' you stage fright\n[01:38.76] Yo' head might explode\n[01:40.11] When I bust with the lead pipe\n[01:41.95] And I say right\n[01:43.35] Juvenile hey tight\n[01:45.03] Stay hype\n[01:45.78] Now page Mike\n[01:46.64] And make sure he got all the yeah aight\n[01:49.19] I'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me\n[01:52.22] Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me\n[01:55.44] I'm workin wit some change ha\n[01:57.48] And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha\n[02:00.75] You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha\n[02:04.03] Look I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game\n[02:07.33] But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha\n[02:10.68] Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha\n[02:14.15] Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks\n[02:17.25] Yo' get some boys straped with dans tryin knock off yo' shit\n[02:19.98] Ya stankin' bitch I Ruff Ryde your ass then\n[02:23.63] Cashin' for money Juve aint gettin nothin' ha, ha, ha that shit is funny\n[02:28.21] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n[02:30.01] Hell yeah we bust our guns\n[02:31.64] Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n[02:33.26] Damn right we make them cum\n[02:34.72] It's for the north\n[02:35.73] Head South, head east, head west\n[02:38.23] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[02:41.62] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n[02:43.27] Hell yeah we bust our guns\n[02:44.82] Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n[02:46.53] Damn right we make them cum\n[02:48.03] It's for the north\n[02:49.08] Head South, head East, head West\n[02:51.55] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[02:55.09] When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out\n[02:56.74] When it come to my gun my shells is out\n[02:58.39] You better get the message cause I done mailed it out\n[03:00.07] I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out\n[03:01.78] East west the right this for my niggas up north\n[03:03.78] My guns made in China so you better dust off\n[03:05.70] Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup\n[03:07.23] I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'\n[03:09.17] And I won't even sweat ya' We roll much larger and better\n[03:11.36] My dough is never low\n[03:12.26] But if Drag is down on his last\n[03:13.71] I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta\n[03:15.04] Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather\n[03:17.02] Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch\n[03:18.47] Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her\n[03:20.31] Be like a dog with a bone I run with her\n[03:22.05] Ya'll make me so tired\n[03:23.38] Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire\n[03:25.33] Ya'll aint got ya'll suits\n[03:26.49] Aint got ya'll boots probaly got a gun that aint never shoot\n[03:28.65] When they come you better hope they don't name you\n[03:30.36] Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you\n[03:32.01] Don't try to be me cause I aint you\n[03:33.48] 'Fore I have your spirits with the angels\n[03:35.27] My shorty keep a gun on the ankles\n[03:36.99] Wana fuck watch out she will bang you\n[03:38.51] Cause I taught her well\n[03:39.30] Ya'll players better haul to hell\n[03:40.72] But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt\n[03:41.99] Who evers wit you is gonna jail\n[03:43.26] Do your niggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha\n[03:45.22] You want to fuck'em till they cum ha\n[03:46.53] Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha\n[03:48.05] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n[03:49.40] Hell yeah we bust our guns\n[03:51.21] Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n[03:52.94] Damn right we make them cum\n[03:54.30] It's for the north\n[03:55.24] Head South, head East, head West\n[03:58.02] Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best\n[04:01.27] Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n[04:02.91] Hell yeah we bust our guns\n[04:04.63] Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n[04:06.12] Damn right we make them cum\n[04:07.63] It's for the north\n[04:08.51] Head South, head East, 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a girl but you can't trust cash\n Spit like a fire but you can't touch black (what? what? what?)\n All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats\n Nigga we don't need that I don't care about your feed back (Uh)\n\n Ya'll niggas don't feed drag\n Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out In ya safe house\n Nigga where the keys at Nigga where the stash at nigga where the weed at\n Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n Mater fact where the ass at cause I got the Ruff Ryders\n And I aint talkin bout my niggas\n\n Nigga we can go hoe for hoe toe to toe blow for blow\n And when you fell your nose crack\n That mean I broke that I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know\n You can't handle it You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles\n And who that nigga Ruff Rydin' drag-on ya'll niggas and south siders\n\n Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns\n Hell yeah we bust our guns\n Do you fuck them 'till they cum\n Damn right we make them cum\n It's 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you better dust off\n Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup\n I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'\n\n And I won't even sweat ya' We roll much larger and better\n My dough is never low\n But if Drag is down on his last\n I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta\n Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather\n Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch\n Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her\n Be like a dog with a bone I run with her\n Ya'll make me so tired\n\n Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire\n Ya'll aint got ya'll suits\n Aint got ya'll boots probaly got a gun that aint never shoot\n When they come you better hope they don't name you\n Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you\n Don't try to be me cause I aint you\n 'Fore I have your spirits with the angels\n My shorty keep a gun on the ankles\n Wana fuck watch out she will bang you\n Cause I taught her well\n\n Ya'll players better haul to hell\n But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt\n Who 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lick shots\nEither gonna hit cops\n\nBut you niggas can't wait 'til my shit drop\nTreat you like your momma give you lip for pop\nNigga, you don't want my clip to drop\n'Cause that means I'm empty and you're full of it\nCheck what the bullet did\n\nMissiles gonna hit you, get you, rip through tissues\nShoot another rhyme just in case I miss you\nI make plus cash, you little niggas can't fuck with Drag\nGot the chain out, so it's muscle grabs\nFuck that, you better bust back\n'Fore you bring your ass clown where the gats at\nRide like a girl but you can't trust cats\nSpit a lot of fire and you can't touch black\nAll you can do is cuss back\nAnd you read raps 'bout how you bust gats\n\nNigga, we don't need that\nI don't care what your feedback\nY'all niggas don't feed Drag\n'Til a motherfucker pull out\nBust a bullet out in your safe house\n\nNigga, where the keys at?\n\nNigga, where the stash at?\nNigga, where the weed at?\nNigga, pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n\nMatter fact, where 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y'all niggas bust your guns?\n[04:29.53] (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n[04:31.19] Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n[04:32.79] (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n[04:34.29] It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n[04:38.26] Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n[04:56.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Down Bottom\n artist: Drag-On & Juvenile\n album: 'Ruff Ryders: Ryde or Die, Vol. 1'\n duration_ms: 296000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Oh, damn\n start_ms: 3120\n end_ms: 4420\n- text: How 'bout this, nigga?\n start_ms: 4420\n end_ms: 7950\n- text: Y'all know what this is\n start_ms: 7950\n end_ms: 9620\n- text: Juvenile, Drag-On, and Swizz Swizz Beats\n start_ms: 9620\n end_ms: 15960\n- text: Me and my niggas gon' lick shots\n start_ms: 15960\n end_ms: 17200\n- text: Either gonna hit cops\n start_ms: 17200\n end_ms: 18190\n- text: But you niggas can't wait 'til my shit drop\n start_ms: 18190\n end_ms: 19650\n- text: 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shit drop\n Treat you like your momma give you lip for pop\n Nigga, you don't want my clip to drop\n 'Cause that means I'm empty and you're full of it\n Check what the bullet did\n\n Missiles gonna hit you, get you, rip through tissues\n Shoot another rhyme just in case I miss you\n I make plus cash, you little niggas can't fuck with Drag\n Got the chain out, so it's muscle grabs\n Fuck that, you better bust back\n 'Fore you bring your ass clown where the gats at\n Ride like a girl but you can't trust cats\n Spit a lot of fire and you can't touch black\n All you can do is cuss back\n And you read raps 'bout how you bust gats\n\n Nigga, we don't need that\n I don't care what your feedback\n Y'all niggas don't feed Drag\n 'Til a motherfucker pull out\n Bust a bullet out in your safe house\n\n Nigga, where the keys at?\n\n Nigga, where the stash at?\n Nigga, where the weed at?\n Nigga, pass that 'fore I pull my trigger\n\n Matter fact, where the X at?\n 'Cause I got the Ruff Rydin'\n And I ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas\n\n And nigga, we can go ho for ho\n\n Toe to toe, blow for blow\n And when you feel your nose crack\n That mean I broke that\n I fill a .44 with a flame thrower\n Like I told y'all before\n You know, you can't handle me\n You can put me on wax but fire burn candles\n\n Now who that nigga Ruff Rydin'?\n Drag-On, y'all niggas Southsiders\n\n Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n\n In the late night\n We be cockin' iron, givin' you stage fright\n Your head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe\n Now say it right\n\n Juvenile, hey tight, stay hype\n Now page Mike\n And make sure he got all the yay, aight?\n I'm tired of you bitches be thinkin' that you usin' me\n Runnin' with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me\n I'm workin' with some change, yeah\n And ain't afraid to put fifty up on your brain, yeah\n\n You 'bout woman over your people, I'm the same, yeah\n Look, I'ma have somebody sayin' that's a shame, yeah\n\n But if them people come, they ain't gon' give no names, yeah\n Baby, the number one stunner don't play no games, yeah\n Come outside and see nothin' but camo\n All them big snubbed guns\n Yeah, we got a boys packed with cannons\n Tryna knock off your shit\n Nigga, stankin' bitch, I'll rough ride your ass, yeah\n Cash in for money\n\n Juvi ain't gettin' nothin'\n Hahaha, that shit is funny\n\n Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n\n When my niggas get knocked, we gon' bail 'em out\n When it come to my gun, my shells is out\n You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out\n That I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail the South\n East, West, and by cutters from niggas up North\n My guns made in China, so you better duck soft\n\n Come when I get you, you gon' bleed ketchup\n I always got cheddar, I never ass bet ya\n And I won't even sweat ya\n You gon' go forward and better\n My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last\n I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my Beretta\n Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather\n\n Can't stand a nigga hyped over his bitch\n If you feelin' my shit, you better come get her\n 'Cause like a dog with a bone, I'll run with her\n Y'all make me so tired\n Y'all niggas still rappin' like you don't know my flow's fire\n And y'all ain't got the suits, ain't got your boots\n Probably got a gun that ain't never shoot\n When we come, you better hope they don't aim you\n 'Cause like two sticks rubbin', I'll flame you\n Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you\n\n 'Fore I have your spirit with the angels\n My shorty keep a gun on her ankles\n Wanna fuck, watch out, she'll fuck you\n 'Cause I taught her well\n Y'all players better haul to Hell\n I bet you niggas gettin' ball and bail\n Whoever with you is goin' to jail\n\n Nigga, bust your gun or you ain't bustin' none, huh?\n You wanna fuck with your gun, huh?\n Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want?\n\n Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n\n Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n Do y'all niggas bust your guns?\n (Hell yeah, we bust our guns)\n Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?\n (Damn right, we make 'em cum)\n It's for the North (Hey), South (Hey), East (Hey), West (Hey)\n\n Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best\n"}]