(feat. Drag-On)



[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 ass? 

How many y'all real ones hustle and make it fast? 

How many y'all real ones got women with class? 

Bringin they own shit, 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 ass 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: x2]



[Drag-On]   

(Flame On!!) 

All my people Ryde 'em Ruff like giddy-up 

Get a nigga, 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 killed 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: x2]



[Chorus Two: till fade]