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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
DJ Clue
DJ Clue
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter:in
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Produzent:in

歌詞

[Verse 1]
This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets
(Swizz Beatz) And this thing right here, it get your **** ****
[Verse 2]
(Come on) They call me Drag-On, it's time to bomb
I burn 'em all till they all say, "Turn 'em off"
'Cause these chips, I'ma run 'em all
Chickenheads know I be the Colonel
'Cause I burn eternal, mixed with the inferno
So be careful 'fore I burn you, you better learn, dude
Yeah, I heard you but I'ma hurt you, what, you don't know?
My versatile is a virtue, Ruff Ryders be the team, which means
A lot of cream, lot of schemes, lot of beams to make your stock drop
Right on the seams, **** here is too hot
And too much for you to touch, better tell your man
'Cause I'm too tough, indubitably, too dust
Do you bust? 'Cause we do, you need to ask the people
But quietly, but they don't believe until they leave violently
Is you buyin' this? 'Cause **** that purchased is under the dirt, kid
They call me Drag-On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers
Collabo with my dogs from Yonkers, but this Bronx Bomber's
Spittin' flame so you better wear your armor, flame on
[Verse 3]
My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop
And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop
First we had 'em like "oh," now they like, "no"
Why, baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll
My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop
And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop
First we had 'em like "oh," now they like, "no"
Why, baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll
[Verse 4]
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
Keep the burner but if it's hot, put my **** up
You know what I'm about, slidin' off, get my **** sucked
Or writin' rhymes, watchin' Scarface in the hot tub
What you wanna bet? When I pull it out
If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out
Who you know besides 'Kiss take the **** bottle of Cris'
Then give it to a modelin' ****
And you like your watch plain? I'ma flood mine
Alligator bloodline trained to find **** and bite one time
[Verse 5]
Y'all **** ain't hearin' me out till I pop up
Appear in your house, clearin' it out holiday style
Everybody actin' 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 and I don't like to slide, felt that I slipped
And the gun's only helpin' the clip and the clip's only helpin' my hand
And like, "Who the **** is helpin' your man?"
When I cock back and hop out the van
Double R, get a job, play the **** in the car
Hit a party, start a fight at the bar, snatch your R
Sell your **** ******** and get the **** out of Dodge
[Verse 6]
Guess you figured that **** flippers, pullin' triggers
News team crowd around tryna flick a picture
Get with ya, this **** from Illadelph marches quicker
**** not makin' sense, better stay **** liquor
Blonde bombshell, caramel, heavy spender
Groups be sayin' I'm their sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya
Stickin' in wiseguys, fake thugs and bull****ers
Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya
Used to be shyer, now I'm a Ruff Ryder
****play me close when they used to ride by her
Snatchin' up your ****, frontin', know you dig us
Haters screamin', "Who that ****?" Mind your business, ****
[Verse 7]
My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop
And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop
First we had 'em like "oh," now they like, "no"
(DJ Clue, professional, part I, come on)
Why, baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll
My dogs gon' stop, your dogs gon' drop
And then we gon' shut 'em down, open up shop
(Donnie Brosco, Big Skate, Duro)
First we had 'em like "oh," now they like, "no"
Why, baby? That's how Ruff Ryders roll
[Verse 8]
This is gonna hit ya **** hard, leave y'all **** scarred
**** with the dog when you **** with the God
Rip y'all **** off, ******** soft
Remember me from up North? I had you scared to cough
My name is ringin' bells in penitentiary cells
I'm makin' thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell
You never really wanted it, so the mic, you jumped in front of it
Outta sixteen shots, I'ma hit, which one of you ****gonna get?
Thought you knew what I was gonna spit this time with this rhyme
But by the end of it, y'all **** is gonna be like, "Yo, X ripped it"
Did my thing as usual, it's never gonna stop
Them cats can't be for real, I got this **** locked
Is that a game or a joke? Say the name and get smoked
Simple as that, simple as black to the throat
Hit 'em all up to the coat, now you losin' your life
A dog is a dog for life
Written by: Earl Simmons, Ernesto Shaw, Eve Jeffers, Jason Phillips, Kasseem Dean, Ken Duro, Melvin Smalls, David Styles
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