"Down Bottom"      [Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm    [Drag] Ha ha hah       Oh! Damn, now bop to this    Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on)    Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on)    And now.. Swizz Swizz Beats, yea!       [Drag-On]    Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops    Betcha niggaz can't wait til my shit drop    Treat you like your momma, give you 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 rhyme just cause I missed you    I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag    Got the chain out, so his 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 niggaz don't feed Drag    Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out    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 fact where the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider"    and I ain't talkin bout my niggaz    Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow    and when you feel your nose crack    That mean I broke that, I fill a 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 niggaz and Southsiders       [Chorus: Drag-On + Various (repeat 2X)]      Do y'all niggaz 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 niggaz who ride the best       [Juvenile]    Hmmmm, hmmmmmmmm    In the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright    Yo head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe    Now say it right, Juvenile, HE tight    Stay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight?    I'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me    Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me    I'm workin wit some change aiy    And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay    You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the same yay    Look, I'ma have somebody sayin that's the shame yay    But if them people come they ain't gon' give no names yay    Play with the number one stun'na don't play no games yay    Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks    Them gather up boys strapped with cannons    tryin to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch    I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money    Juven' ain't gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny       [Chorus]      [Drag-On]    When my niggaz 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 niggaz up North    My guns made in China, so you better dust off    Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar    I never ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya    You won't roll four and 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 hype, throw me his bitch    Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her    Be like a dog with a bone I run with her    Y'all make me so tired    Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire    and y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots    Probably gotta 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 niggaz couldn't borrow a belt    Whoever wit you is goin to jail    Do you niggaz 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 2X]