Текст песни DJ Clue f DMX, Drag-On - Who, Ruff Ryders
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[DMX]GrrrrrrrFrom the dogz to the pupsDrag-On baby, Ruff Ryders, come on[Drag-On]Drag On baby, uhYo who them niggaz at the bar niggaz?On them job niggazSee y`all frontin mine niggazBut drugz revolve niggazY`all fake coke dealers slidin away wit soap niggazThe size ain`t right, y`all should be 300 hundered pounds on thin iceRun in yo set, pullin yo gun from under yo deskSnatch the weight from big niggaz doin a hundered a setWith the gun to y`all neck I`ll have y`all niggaz runnin in setsUnder the bed, two to the chest and one to yo legCocked it have one in the head and wanted by fedsSaid they on the prowl for Drag and niggaz wanted him deadThat`s what you get, gambling yo life wit a hundered to betAce to the dues, now yo face has seen a hundered GilletesNiggaz think it`s funny and shit, when chicks is suckin they dicksTill they control you like Remotes, bustin buttons and shitY`all can`t control me, all y`all can do is promote me womenAnd caught no shots, from my glock wit 16 in it, uh[Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX)] x2Who them niggaz that`s comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)Whom them niggaz that`s makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)Who them niggaz that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)Who them nigaz that`ll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders)[Drag-On]This lil nigga`s too young to show the i.d.But if y`all don`t feel the hits now y`all gon feel it later like AliY`all got respect? Not at all, but we do and got it allCause y`all know there`s a lot of dogs that`ll sell y`all for a lot of doughPlayboy, u sniff out, and pull out and leave em stiff outPoke em wit somethin they couldnt get it out if they shitted outHercules thinkin he hurtin me, but they ain`t hurtin shitIf only they could see behind curtains, they girl is jerking dickAnd I might bust inside her then the next day say hello to youHopin that my nut ain`t touch nuttin it wasnt supposed toWhen you get up from the get go, nigga disapper like PrestoThe cats is Pedro, since double R got the metroThey almost dead yo, niggaz wanted butted downWe throwin up the parties soon as they pat us down? Woulda been more than music soundsCoulda been round after round goin straight thru yo crown[Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX)] x2Who them niggaz that`s comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)Whom them niggaz that`s makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)Who them niggaz that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)Who them nigaz that`ll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders)[Drag-On]What`s this I`m hearin niggaz sayin I ain`t readyWhat you tellin me? I been caught felony`s y`all nigaz funny like Bill BellamyFuck what you tellin me, I pull out gunz like niggaz pull out swordsIn the old days, whan I spray I`m yellin, “touche”Either you can stay and lay and this`ll be yo last dayOr you can help me put my shit away and then you get awayAnd nigga clear the way, you blockin what I`m droppinSee the stocking? Dont let me pull the shit put that`ll have youEmptyin out yo pocket, stop it, “Drag is you for real?” ShitAnd tell it like if y`all takin a lot of pills, now they pumpin yo stomach For the slugz from the semi, still fuckin wit me?Y`all nigaz is little like a buck for a 20 and y`all niggaz is mad that Ruff Ryders Got me, cause all them bees you stick on meNot one of em stung meAnd by my dick y`all niggaz is gon wish, y`all hung meDouble 0 nigga and I`m hungry and I`m goin all out, cause y`all numb meYou feel this[Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX)] x2Who them niggaz that`s comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)Whom them niggaz that`s makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)Who them niggaz that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)Who them niggaz that`ll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders)