Strings - Raise it Up lyrics

[Swizz Beatz] Millenium time, millenium time Yo, Strings, Drag-On Swizz-Swizz-Swizz Beatz Yo, yo, yo (1-2-3-4) [Chorus One: Strings] Raise it up, in the front Raise it up, in the back Raise it up, on the side Raise it up, where you at? Raise it up, in the middle Raise it up, in the back Raise it up, raise it up Raise it up, raise it up [Chorus Two: Strings] Blaze it up, in the front Blaze it up, in the back Blaze it up, on the side Blaze it up, where you at? Blaze it up, in the middle Blaze it up, in the back Raise it up, raise it up Raise it up, raise it up [Strings] How many y'all real ones feelin this in yo' feet? How many y'all real ones bumpin Strings in yo' Jeeps? How many y'all real ones got beef? Packin heat, packin in yo' sleep Haters is hungry up in them streets How many y'all real ones got dough after a**? How many y'all real ones hustle and make it fast? How many y'all real ones got women with cla**? Bringin they own sh**, makin they own cash How many y'all real ones is ready for combat? How many y'all real ones' lions was takin for tomcats? Contacts for contracts, that's where I'm at Lyin a** for cash for eternity, I'm stacked Ruff to the Ryde, never been what I'm about What the hell are y'all waitin for? My toque is fired up Make my pocket lump-lump, I give you the pump-pump Let me see you jump-jump, and shakin your rump-rump-rump Party over here, bump that over there Hands in the air, drinks e'rywhere And if wherever you from, please we don't care Long as you got that derriere Make that cash, make that dough Break that chick, pimp that yo Sisqo flow, uhh, Sisqo flow Throw yo' hands up, my soldiers puttin it down Where my ladies at, shake that thang all around I said throw yo' hands up, my soldiers puttin it down Where my ladies at, shake that thang all around [Chorus One] - 2X [Drag-On] (Flame On!!) All my people Ryde 'em Ruff like giddy-up Get a n***a, pick 'im up, stick 'im up Get the nine, hit 'im up, ambulance come pick 'im up All my people push weight Ain't nothin but a word to move the bird We fly them south for the winter Cook them up then push 'em out like dinner Now eat.. Drag-On get enough to feed the streets Like here's a key, take that Who him? Break that Y'all boys better make my kick-back With a pen in my hand y'all see gashes Bullets will land y'all see splashes When I send them loose beadies Brains on the walls like grafitis All my peoples is millionaires But in the hood, they still there When there's a cop, let's bail out, we bail there Come back to the hood and get k**ed there Get carried out, when I go to the hood Why them girls wanna marry me now, and follow me now? I just tell them to shut up.. All my people done Ryde the people Put they body where you can't see them Half of they body is stuffed tissue Other half got you peakin Drag got you peelin Double R got you leakin Swizz got your brain sodomized Ruff Ryde or Die [Chorus One] - 2X [Chorus Two] - till fade