Down Bottom Songtext
von Ruff Ryders

Hmm-mm
Ha, ha, ha oh, damn
Now bop to this oh yeah
Ya′ll know what this is
Flame on
Juvenile, drag-on
Flame on
And now Swizz, Swizz Beatz, yeah

Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet ya'll niggas can′t wait 'til my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don′t want my paper drop
′Cause that means I'm empty and your full of it
Check what the bullet did


Missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed this ′cause I miss you
I make plus cash (wha), ya'll little niggas can′t fuck wit' Drag
Got the chain out so it′s bust and grab
Nigga fuck that you better bust back 'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl, but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire, but you can′t touch black (what? What? What?)
All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don′t need that, I don't care about your feedback (uh)

Ya′ll niggas don't feed drag
Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya 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
Mater fact where the ass at 'cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I ain′t talkin' bout my niggas

Nigga we can go ho for ho, toe to toe, blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that I'm fittin′ to PO-PO wit′ a flamethrower like I told yo' befo′ ya know
You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin′, drag-on, ya'll niggas and south siders

Do ya′ll niggas bust ya'll guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make them cum
It′s for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya′ll niggas who rides the best


Do ya'll niggas bust ya′ll guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make them cum
It′s for the north
Head south, head east, head west
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best

In the late night
We be cockin′ high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode when I bust wit′ the lead pipe
And I say right
Juvenile, hey tight
Stay hype, now page Mike
And make sure he got all the, yeah, aight?

I′m tired of niggas be thinkin' that you usin′ me
Runnin' wit′ them petty ass niggas, lookin' like fools to me
I′m workin' wit' some change, yeah
And ain′t afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah
You ′bout warin' over ya people, I′m the same, yeah
Look I'ma have somebody sayin′ that's the shame game
But if them people come, they ain′t gonna give no names, yeah

Playin' wit' the number one son, don′t play no games, yeah
Come outside, don′t see nothin' but camouflage and bricks
Yo′ get some boys strapped wit' dans tryin′ knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin′ bitch, I Ruff Ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin′ nothin′, ha, ha, ha, that shit is funny

Do ya'll niggas bust ya′ll guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make them cum
It′s for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best

Do ya′ll niggas bust ya'll guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make them cum
It′s for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya′ll niggas who rides the best

When my niggas 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
I′ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out
East, west, the right this for my niggas up north
My guns made in China so you better dust off
′Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder I never ass bet ya'

And I won′t even sweat ya' We roll much larger and better
My dough is never low
But if drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my Beretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
Can′t stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her
Be like a dog wit′ a bone, I run wit' her
Ya′ll make me so tired

Ya'll niggas still rappin′ like ya'll don′t know my flows fire
Ya'll ain't got ya′ll suits
Ain′t got ya'll boots, probably got a gun that ain′t never shoot
When they 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 spirits' wit′ the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wanna fuck, watch out, she will bang you
'Cause I taught her well

Ya′ll players better haul to hell
But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt
Whoevers wit′ you is goin' to jail
Do your niggas bustin' guns, or you ain′t bustin′ none, ha?
You want to fuck'em till they cum, ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha

Do ya′ll niggas bust ya'll guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do you fuck them ′til they cum?
Damn right, we make them cum
It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya′ll niggas who rides the best

Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do you fuck them ′til they cum?
Damn right, we make them cum
It′s for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)It's for the north
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya′ll niggas who rides the best

Do ya'll niggas bust ya′ll guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do you fuck them 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make them cum
It′s for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best

Do ya'll niggas bust ya′ll guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do you fuck them ′til they cum?
Damn right, we make them cum
It's for the north (ay), south (ay), east (ay), west (ay)
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya′ll niggas who rides the best