Текст (слова) песни: Twista, Drag-On - Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume Two

[Swizz Beatz]
Aowwwwwwwww!
We know y`all can drink `til you throw up
We know y`all sittin` on 20`s
We know y`all reppin` your hood
But how many y`all KILL!!!

[Twista]
Bounce that ass, load them cribs,
let me see the mobbin` niggaz that wanna talk shit
Rowdy motherfuckers that be scummy and`ll go for the money,
ready to ride when they rollin` a lick
Thugs with the Chevy`s, thugs with the trucks,
the real gun runner never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a `dro blunt,
sippin` with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with ass and no gut
let me see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE
Niggaz if it`s static, then pass me the strap,
gonna RIDE `Til MY RIDE
All the hoes that`ll freak niggaz, with the `fedi,
let`s get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP
All the homies on the block, ante up on the fin,
and let`s go get us a sack
Serve til we got a custom `Llac, hustlin` packs
`til a nigga bust, then we bustin` back
Guys that`ll roll them dice and win,
Girls with the `fits that show the skin
Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen,
Real hoes let your best friend know about men
Cause I be squeezin` ass
and`ll make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and Beanie,
while them hoes backin` that thang up on my weenie
It`s like no nigga in the world could see me
when I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin` up big babies in a Mercedes,
if you want herb we got bombs

Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)

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

[Drag-On]
By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight,
and this kid spit fire light
And the bitch I don` fucked like last night,
I don`t give a fuck `bout a 2 and a half mic
Cause the only motherfucfkin magazine that I read,
is when I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach,
I suggest y`all run from it
And the click-click from the calico, I gotta go,
make it pimp with a lot of hoes
I`m the same motherfucker that`s countin` that dough,
cookin` that coke to a pot of gold
Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop
I don`t care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough glocks
Drag open up dope spots and co-op`s in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y`all creep up on me
I run up on y`all in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on leavin` is me
And the only one bleedin` is you, tryin` to breeze with me
All I rock is E-N-Y-C-E, in the NYC with the white T
All I really do is R-U,
double F, R-Y-D-E, D-R-A-G, to the dash O-N
Catch me, smokin` potent, bet I leave y`all, niggaz soakin`,
with your insides open

Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)

[Swizz Beatz]
ERRRRRRR!!!!
Hold the fuck up! (Slow down!)
Drag, Twista (Listen up!)
These motherfuckers don`t know what`s real out here
(They damn sure don`t)
This is volume 2 (volume 2)
Nigga, so, get ignorant!

Chorus: Twista (Drag-On)

[Twista]
Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin` on tropical, achievin` all +Missions Impossible+
When I up the block at you, I`ma pop at you
If your momma cry there`s nothin` I could do
Should not`ve fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I`m in to clubbin`, huggin`, shake it don`t you break it
Your booty too sacred, can`t take it, wanna see you naked
I done drunk a blue motherfucker, so you know I`m lit up

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