Down Bottom Drag-On (Ft. Juvenile)

[Intro: Juvenile, Swizz Beatz, (Drag-On)]
Mmmm... hmmmmm...
Ha ha hah
Oh! Damn! (Now bop this)
Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is! (Flame on)
Juvenile, Drag-On (Flame on)
And then... Swizz, Swizz Beats, yea!

[Verse 1: Drag-On]
Me and my niggas done licked shots, even done hit cops
Bet ya niggas can't wait til my shit drop
Treat you like your momma, give ya lip a pop
Nigga, 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 round, just in case I missed you
I make plus cash, you little niggas can't fuck wit' Drag
Got the chain out, so it's muscle grabs
Nigga fuck that, you better bust back
'fore ya monkey-ass 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
Nigga, we don't need that!
I don't care about your feedback, y'all niggas don't feed Drag
'Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet loud in the safe house
Nigga, where the keys at?
Nigga, where the stash at?
Nigga, where the weed at?
Nigga, pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Matter'a fact, where the ass at?
'Cause I got the Rough Rider and I ain't talkin 'bout my niggas
'Cause, nigga, we can go ho for ho, toe to toe, blow for blow
And when you feel ya nose crack? That mean I broke that
I'm finna 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 nigga Ruff Rydin'?" Drag-On
Y'all niggas and Southsiders