Down Bottom

Lyrics

[Intro: Juvenile, Swizz Beatz, (Drag-On)] Mmmm... hmmmmm... Ha, ha, hah Oh! Damn! (Now bop this) Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is! (Flame on) Juvenile, Drag-On (Flame on) And then Swizz, Swizz Beats, yea [Verse 1: Drag-On] Me and my niggas done licked shots, even done hit cops Bet ya niggas can't wait til my shit drop Treat you like your momma, give ya lip a pop Nigga, you don't want my clip to drop 'Cause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it Check what the bullet did Missiles gonna hit you, get you, rip through tissue Shoot another round, just in case I missed you I make plus cash, you little niggas can't fuck wit' Drag Got the chain out, so it's muscle grabs Nigga fuck that, you better bust back 'fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at Ride like the girl, but you can't trust cash Spit line of fire and he can't touch black All you can do is cuss back In your weak raps, 'bout how you bust gats Nigga, we don't need that! I don't care about your feedback, y'all niggas don't feed Drag 'Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet loud in the safe house Nigga, where the keys at? Nigga, where the stash at? Nigga, where the weed at? Nigga, pass that 'fore I pull my trigger Matter'a fact, where the ass at? 'Cause I got the Rough Rider and I ain't talkin 'bout my niggas 'Cause, nigga, we can go ho for ho, toe to toe, blow for blow And when you feel ya nose crack? That mean I broke that I'm finna po'-po' wit' a flame thrower, like I told yo' befo', ya know? Umm... you can't handle You can put me on wax, but my fire burn candles "And who that nigga Ruff Rydin'?" Drag-On Y'all niggas and Southsiders [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all fuck them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all fuck them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best [Verse 2: Juvenile] Hmmmm, hmmmmmmmm In the late night, we be cockin' iron and givin' you stage fright Yo' head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe Now say it right, Juvenile, hang tight, stayin' hype Now page Mike and make sure he got all the yay, aight? I'm tired of you niggas, be thinkin' that you usin' me Runnin' with them petty-ass niggas, lookin' like fools to me I'm workin wit' some change, yeah And ain't afraid to put fifty up on ya brains, yeah You 'bout warring over yo' people? I'm the same, yeah Look, I'ma have somebody sayin "that's a shame," yeah But if them people come, they ain't gon' give no names, yeah Baby, the number one stunna, don't play no games, yeah Come outside and see nothin' but camouflage and bricks Them Calliope boys strapped with cannons, tryin' to knock off yo' shit You stankin' bitch, I'll Ruff Ryde your ass, then Cash in for Money Juve ain't gettin' nothin'? Ha ha ha, that shit is funny... [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all fuck them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all fuck them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best [Verse 3: Drag-On] When my niggas get knocked, we gonna bail them out When it come to my gun, my shells is out You better get the message, 'cause I done mailed it out That I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South, East, West And write letters for my niggas up North My guns made in China, so you better [ducks off/duck sauce] Comin' to get ya? You gon' bleed ketchup I always got cheddar, I never ass-bet ya And I won't even sweat ya, you ain't gon' roll 4 or better My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last? I'ma reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather Can't stand a nigga hyped over his bitch Bitch come to my shit? You betta come get her 'Cause, like a dog with a bone, I run with her Y'all make me so tired Y'all niggas still rappin' like you don't know my flow is fire And y'all ain't got the suits, ain't got ya boots Probably got a gun that ain't never shoot When we come, you better hope they don't name you 'Cause like two sticks rubbin', I'll flame you Don't try to be me, cause I ain't you 'Fore I have your spirit with the angels My shorty keep a gun on the ankles Wanna fuck? Watch out, she'll bang you 'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell But you niggas couldn't ball out bail Whoever wit' you is goin to jail Do ya niggas bust your guns? Oh, you ain't bustin none, huh?! You wanna fuck em til they cum, huh?! Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want, huh? [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all fuck them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all fuck them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all fuck them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best Do y'all niggas bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all fuck them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggas who ride the best