Dmx - Down Bottom lyrics

Oh, damn now bop to this oh Yeah y'all know what this is Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah Me and my n***as done licked shots, even done hit cops Bet y'all n***as can't wait till my sh** drop Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop n***a you don't want my paper drop 'Cause that means I'm empty, and your full of it Check what the bullet did, missiles gonna hit you get you Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed this 'cause I miss you I make plus cash y'all little n***as can't f** wit drag Got the chain out so it's bust and grab n***a f** that you better bust back 'Fore ya n***a ask back where the vest at Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash Spit like a fire but you can't touch black All you can do is cuss back and read back How you bust gats n***a we don't need that I don't care about your feed back, y'all n***as don't feed drag Tell a motherf**er pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house n***a where the keys at n***a? Where the stash at n***a? Where the weed at? n***a pa** that 'fore I pull my trigger Mater fact where the a** at? 'Cause I got the Ruff Ryders And I ain't talkin' bout my n***as n***a we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow And when you fell your nose crack That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to po-po Wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo', ya know You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles And who that n***a ruff rydin' Drag-On y'all n***as and south siders Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you f** them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who rides the best Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you f** them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who rides the best In the late night, we be co*kin' high givin' you stage fright Yo' head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe And I say right, Juvenile hey tight, stay hype, now page mike And make sure he got all the yeah, aight? I'm tired of n***as be thinkin' that you usin' me Runnin' with them petty a** n***as lookin' like fools to me I'm workin' wit some change, yeah And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same, yeah Look, I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names, yeah Playin' with the number one son don't play no games, yeah Come outside don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks Yo' get some boys strapped with bandannas tryin' knock off yo' sh** Ya stankin' b**h, I ruff ryde your a** then Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', that sh** is funny Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you f** them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who rides the best Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you f** them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who rides the best When my n***as 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 I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out East, west the right this for my n***as up north My guns made in China so you better dust off 'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup I always got chedder I never a** bet ya' And I won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger 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 n***a feel heat in cold weather Can't stand a n***a hype throw me his b**h b**h come to my sh** you betta come get her Be like a dog with a bone I run with her Y'all make me so tired y'all n***as still rappin' Like y'all don't know my flows fire Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got y'all suits Probaly got a gun that ain't never shoot When they 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 spirits with the angels My shorty keep a gun on the ankles Wanna f**, watch out she will bang you 'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell But you n***as couldn't borrow a belt Who evers wit you is gonna jail Is you n***as bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none, ha You want to f**'em till they cum, ha Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you f** them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who rides the best Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you f** them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who rides the best Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you f** them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who rides the best Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you f** them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who rides the best