Unique Studios in New York City, New York - Down Bottom lyrics

[Juve] Mmmm hmmmmm [Drag] Ha ha hah [Swizz Beatz] Oh! Damn, now bop to this Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on) Juvenile, Drag-On (flame on) And now.. Swizz Swizz Beats, yea! [Verse 1: Drag-On] Me and my n***as done licked shots, even done hit cops Betcha n***as can't wait til my sh** drop Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop n***a 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 rhyme just cause I missed you I make plus cash, you little n***as can't f** wit Drag Got the chain out, so his muscle grabs n***a f** that, you better bust back 'fore ya monkey-a** land where the dust at Ride like the girl but you can't trust cash Spit line of fire and he can't touch black All you can do is cuss back In your weak raps bout how you bust gats n***a we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback Y'all n***as don't feed Drag Til a motherf**er pull out, bust a bullet out In the 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 Matter fact where the a** at, cause I got the "Rough Rider" And I ain't talkin bout my n***as Cause n***a 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' wit a flame thrower Like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle 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 Southsiders [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all f** them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all f** them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best [Verse 2: Juvenile] Hmmmm, hmmmmmmmm In the late night, we be co*kin iron and givin you stage fright Yo 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 yay, aight? I'm tired of you 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 fifty up on ya brains yeah You bout worrin over yo' people I'm the same yeah Look, I'mma have somebody sayin that's the shame yeah But if them people come they ain't gon' give no names yeah Baby the number one stunna don't play no games yeah Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks Them gather up boys strapped with cannons Tryin to knock off yo' sh**, you stanky b**h I'll Ruff Ryde your a** then, Cash in for Money Juve ain't gettin nuttin? ha ha ha that sh** is funny.. [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all f** them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all f** them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best [Verse 3: Drag-On] 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 That I'mma bang it like a hammer and I'mma nail the South East West, and write letters for my n***as up North My guns made in China, so you better dust off Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar I never a** 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'mma reach in my sweater, bet my Baretta Make a n***a feel the heat in the 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 you don't know my flow is fire And y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots Probably gotta gun that ain't never shoot When we 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 spirit with the angels My shorty keep a gun on the ankles Wanna f**? Watch out she'll bang you Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell But you n***as couldn't borrow a belt Whoever wit you is goin to jail Do you n***as bust your guns? Oh you ain't bustin none, huh? You wanna f** em til they cum, huh? Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want huh? [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all f** them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all f** them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all f** them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best Do y'all n***as bust y'all guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Do y'all f** them til they cum? (Damn right we make them cum!!) It's for the North (HEY) South (HEY) East (HEY) West (HEY) Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all n***as who ride the best