(Drag-On)

This thing right here.. (yeah yeah)

is for my peoples in the streets.. (ha hah) Swizz Beats (uh-huh)

And this thing right here.. (Ruff Ryders)

will get your ass off your feet (Remix! .. c'mon)



They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb

I burn em all, til they all say turn em off

Cause these chips, I'ma run em all

Chickenheads, know I, be the Colonel

Cause I burn eternal, mixed wit the inferno

So be careful, 'fore I burn you

You better learn dude, yeah I heard you 

but I'ma hurt you, but you don't know?

My versatile, is a virtue

Ruff Ryders be the team, which means

a lot cream, lot of schemes 

Lot of beams to make your stock drop, right on the seams

Nigga here is too hot and too much for you to touch

Better tell your man cause I'm too tough 

Indubitably, too dust

Do you bust?  Cause we do

You need to ask the people, but quietly

But they don't believe until they leave violently 

Is you buying this?

Cause niggaz that purchased is under the dirt kid

They call me Drag-On; I'm the youngest but get bonkers

Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers

but this Bronx bomber's spittin flame

so you better wear your armor

Flame on!



Chorus: DMX (repeat 2x)



My dogs gon' STOP, your dogs gon' DROP

And then we gon' SHUT EM DOWN, OPEN UP SHOP

First we had em like OHHH, now they like NOOO

What baby?!!  THAT'S HOW RUFF RYDERS ROLL



(Jadakiss)

When I pop up, I lock shop up, pull the drop up 

Park a block up, hit the alarm, put the top up

Stash the 'dro in my sock then pull my sock up

And keep the burner but if it's hot put my glock up 

You know what I'm about, slidin off get my cock sucked

Or writin rhymes watching Scarface in the hot tub

Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out

if you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out

Who you know besides 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'

and then give it to a modelin bitch 

And you like your watch plain, I'ma flood mine

Alligator bloodline trained to find coke and bite one time



(Styles)

Y'all niggaz ain't hearin me out, til I pop up 

appear in your house, clearin it out, holiday style

Everybody actin violent and wild 

Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move

Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose

I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped

Then the gun's only helpin the clip

And the clip's only helpin my hand

And like who the fuck is helpin your man?

When I cock back and hop out the van 

Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car

Hit a party start a fight at the bar, and snatch your R

Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge



(ve)

Guess you figured that my niggaz, flippers, pullin triggers

News team crowd around, tryin to flick a picture

Get witcha, this bitch from Illadelph marches quicker

Nigga not makin sense better stay up off the liquor

Blonde bombshell, car-a-mel, heavy spender 

Groups be sayin I'm they sister, hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya 

Stickin in wiseguys, fake thugs, and bullshitters

Take you for a ride, cover up your eye, then I get ya 

Used to be shy-er, now I'ma Ruff Ryder 

Big niggaz play me close, when they used to ride by her 

Snatchin up your figures, frontin, know you dig us 

Haters, screamin, "Who that bitch?" (UHH, UHH)

Mind your business nigga



Chorus



[DJ Clue * talking over chorus *]

Yeah!!  DJ Clue!

The Professional!  Part One

C'mon!  Mad shout out, Donnie Brascoe

Big Skate, Duro..  CLUE!



(MX)

Uhh, uhh, uhh..

The X is gonna hit y'all niggaz hard, leave y'all niggaz scarred

Fuckin with the Dog when you fuckin with the God

Rip y'all niggaz off, faggot niggaz soft

Remember me from up North, I had you scared to cough

My name is ringin bells, in penitentiary cells

I'm making thugs rebel, ain't hard to tell

You never really wanted it, so the mic you jumped in front of it

Outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, which one of you niggaz am I gonna get

Thought you knew what I was gonna spit, this time with this rhyme

but by the end of it, y'all niggaz is gon' be like, "Yo X ripped it!"

Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop

Them cats can't be for real, I got this shit locked!

Is that a game or a joke?  Say the name or get smoked

Simple as that, simple as black, to the throat

Hit em all up to the coat, now you losin your life

(Grrrrrr) A dog is a dog for life!