Who, Ruff Ryders Drag-On & DMX

[Intro: DMX]
Grrrrrrr
From the dogz to the pups
Drag-On baby, Ruff Ryders, come on

[Verse 1: Drag-On]
Drag On baby, uh
Yo who them niggas at the bar niggas?
On them job niggas
See y'all frontin mine niggas
But drugz revolve niggas
Y'all fake coke dealers slidin away wit soap niggas
The size ain't right, y'all should be 300 hundered pounds on thin ice
Run in yo set, pullin yo gun from under yo desk
Snatch the weight from big niggas doin a hundered a set
With the gun to y'all neck I'll have y'all niggas runnin in sets
Under the bed, two to the chest and one to yo leg
Cocked it have one in the head and wanted by feds
Said they on the prowl for Drag and niggas wanted him dead
That's what you get, gambling yo life wit a hundered to bet
Ace to the dues, now yo face has seen a hundered Gilletes
Niggas think it's funny and shit, when chicks is suckin they dicks
Till they control you like Remotes, pushing buttons and shit
Y'all can't control me, all y'all can do is promote me women
And caught no shots, from my Glock wit 16 in it, uh