Ruff Ryder's Anthem (Remix)

Drag On

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    This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets (Uh huh)
    and this thing right here and get your ass off your feet (Come On)

    Drag-On

    They call me Drag-On,
    its time to bomb,
    I'll burn'em all
    Till they all say
    turn em off '
    cause these chicks
    I'ma run em all
    Chickenheads know I be the colonel
    Cuz I burn eternal
    mixes wit they infernal
    So be careful 'fore I burn you
    You better learn dude,
    yeah I heard you
    But I'ma hurt you,
    but you don't know
    my verses too is a virtue
    Ruff Ryders be the team,
    which means a lot cream,
    lot of schemes
    Lot of beams
    to make your stock drop,
    right on the seams
    Nigga here is too hot
    and too much
    for you to touch
    Better tell your man cuz I'm too tough
    inaudibly too dust do you bust
    Cuz we do you can ask people
    But quietly
    but they don't believe until they leave violently
    Is you buying us
    cuz niggas that purchase is under the dirt kid
    They call me Drag-On;
    I'm the youngest buck at bunkers
    Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers
    but this Bronx bombers
    Spitting flame so you better
    wear your armor
    Flame on!

    Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)

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    My dogs gon' stop; your dogs gon' drop
    And then we go, shut'em down open up shop
    First we had em like ohh,
    now they like no
    What baby that's how Ruff Ryders roll

    Jadakiss
    When I pop up,
    I lock shop up,
    pull the drop up
    Park a block up,
    hit the alarm,
    put the top up
    Stash the 'dro in my sock
    then pull my sock up
    And keep the burner
    but if it's hot put my glock up
    You know what I'm about
    Sliding off
    get my cock sucked
    Or writing rhymes
    watching Scarface in the hot tub
    What you wanna bet
    when I pull it out
    if you don't shout
    Then every bullet'll go
    in and out
    Who you know besides 'Kiss
    take a piss in the bottle of Cris
    Then give it to a modeling bitch
    And you like your watch plain
    I'ma flood mine
    Alligator bloodline
    trained to fine coke and write one time

    Styles
    Ya'll niggas ain't hearing me out
    til I pop up appear in your house
    Clearing it out, holiday style
    Everybody acting violent and wild
    Snatch the wife silence the child
    That's how we move,
    kill me my man kill you
    That's how you lose,
    I Ruff Ryde
    I don't like this slide
    felt that I slipped
    Then the guns only helping the clip
    And the clip's only helping my hand
    And like who the fuck is helping your man
    When I cock back and hop out the van
    Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car
    Hear the party start a fight at the bar
    Snatch ya all sell your shit for some coke
    and get the fuck out the dodge

    Eve
    Guess you figure that my niggas
    Flip us pullin triggas
    who's team crowd around
    trying to flick a picture,
    get wit ya This bitch from holding it down off this quicker
    Nigga not making sense better stay up off the liquor
    Blond bomb-shell caramel, heavy spender
    Get you saying I'm they sister Hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya
    Stick it in wise guys fake thugs and bullshitters
    Take you for a ride cover up your eye then I get ya
    Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder
    Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by a
    Snatching up your figure fronting know you dig us
    Haters screaming who that bitch (uhh) mind your (uhh) business nigga

    Chorus

    DMX
    Uh huh, uh, uh, uh X is gonna hit ya'll niggaz hard
    Leave ya'll niggaz scarred
    Fucking with the dog
    when you fucking with the god
    Rip ya'll niggaz arm,
    Faggot nigga saw
    Remember me from up north,
    I had you scared to cough
    My name is ringing bells,
    in penitentiary cells
    I'm making thugs rebel,
    ain't hard to tell
    You never really wanted it
    so the mic is just the fun of it
    outta sixteen shots I'ma hit,
    which one of you niggaz am I gonna get
    Thought you knew what I was gonna spit
    This time with this rhyme but by the end of it
    Ya'll niggaz is gon' be like yo X ripped it
    Did my thing as usual it's never gonna stop
    But them cats can't be for real,
    I got this shit locked
    Is that a game or a joke
    tell the name or get smoked
    Simple as that,
    simple as black,
    to the throat
    Hit'em all up to the coat,
    now you losing your life (Grrrrrr)
    A dog is a dog for life!

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