Down Bottom (feat. Drag-On & Juvenile)

Me and my **** done licked shots, even done hit cops

Betcha **** can't wait till my shit drops

Treat you like your momma give it lit, pop pop

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 **** can't **** with Drag

Got the chain out so his muscle grabs **** **** that

You better bust back 'fore you monkey**** land where the**** at

Ride like the girl but you can't trust cash

Spit a lot of fire and you can't touch black

All you could do is cuss back in your weak raps

'Bout how you bust ****

I don't care about your feedback, y'all **** don't feed Drag

Till a mother**** pull out, bust a bullet out

In the safe house, ****, where the keys at?

Where the stash at, **** where the **** at?

Pass that  'fore I pull my trigger

Matter of fact, where the **** at?

'Cause I got the rough rider, and I ain't talking 'bout my  ****

**** we can go ho for ho, toe, to toe, blow for blow

And when you feel your nose crack that mean I broke that

I fill a po-po with a flame thrower

Like I told you before, ya know? uh

You can't handle it, you could put me wax but fire burn candles

And who that **** ruff riding, Drag-on

Ya'll **** they south siders

Do y'all (hey) bust your guns?

Hell yeah, we bust our guns

Do y'all **** them till they ****?

Damn right, we make them ****

This for the North (hey) South (hey) East (hey) West (hey)

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all **** who ride the best

Do y'all (hey) bust your guns?

Hell yeah, we bust our guns

Do y'all **** them till they ****?

Damn right, we make them ****

This for the North (hey) South (hey) East (hey) West (hey)

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all **** who ride the best

In the late night, we be cocking iron, given you stage fright

Your head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe

Now say it right, Juvenile, head tight, stay hype

Now page Mike and make sure he got all the, yeah, aight?

I'm tired of you **** be thinking that you using me

Running with them petty-ass **** looking like fools to me

I'm working with some change, yeah, and ain't afraid to put

Fifty up on your brains, yeah, you 'bout waring over your people

I'm the same, yeah

Look, I'm gon' have somebody saying that's the shame, yeah

But if them people come they ain't gon' give no names, yeah

Baby, the number one stunner don't play no games, yeah

Come outside and see nothing but camouflage and bricks

Them gather up boys strapped with cannons

Trying to knock off your ****, you stanky ****

I'll ruff ride your **** then cash in for money

Juve ain't getting nothing? ha-ha-ha, that **** is funny

Do y'all (hey) bust your guns?

Hell yeah, we bust our guns

Do y'all **** them till they ****?

Damn right, we make them ****

This for the North (hey) South (hey) East (hey) West (hey)

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all **** who ride the best

Do y'all (hey) bust your guns?

Hell yeah, we bust our guns

Do y'all **** them till they ****?

Damn right, we make them ****

This for the North (hey) South (hey) East (hey) West (hey)

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all **** who ride the best

When my **** get knocked we gon' bail 'em 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 **** up north

My guns made in China so you better dust off

Coming to get ya, you gon' bleed ketchup

I always got cheddar, I never ask 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 **** feel the heat in the cold weather

Can't stand a **** hype, throw me his ****

**** come to my s****, you better come get her

Be like a dog with a bone, I run with her

Y'all make me so tired, y'all **** still rapping

Like you don't know my flow is fire

And y'all ain't got the suits, ain't got your boots

Probably got a gun that ain't never shoot

When we come you better hope that I'm **** you

Feel like two sticks rubbing, I'll flame you

Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you

'Fore I have your spirit with the angels

My short keep a gun on her ankles

Wanna ****? watch out, she'll **** you

'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell

But you **** couldn't borrow a belt

Whoever with you is going to jail

**** bust your guns? oh, you ain't busting none, huh?

You wanna **** 'em till they ****, huh?

Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want, huh?

Do y'all (hey) bust your guns?

Hell yeah we bust our guns

Do y'all **** them till they ****

Damn right we make them ****

This for the North (hey) South (hey) East (hey) West (hey)

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all **** who ride the best

Do y'all (hey) bust your guns?

Hell yeah we bust our guns

Do y'all **** them till they ****

Damn right we make them ****

This for the North (hey) South (hey) East (hey) West (hey)

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all **** who ride the best

Do y'all (hey) bust your guns?

Hell yeah, we bust our guns

Do y'all **** them till they ****?

Damn right, we make them ****

This for the North (hey) South (hey) East (hey) West (hey)

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all **** who ride the best

Do y'all (hey) bust your guns?

Hell yeah, we bust our guns

Do y'all **** them till they ****?

Damn right, we make them ****

This for the North (hey) South (hey) East (hey) West (hey)

Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all **** who ride the best