| Song | Down Bottom |
| Artist | Ruff Ryders |
| Artist | Drag |
| Artist | On |
| Artist | Juvenile |
| Album | Ryde Or Die, Vol.1 |
| 作曲 : Dean, Grey, Smalls | |
| Drag-on： | |
| 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 | |
| Drag-on： | |
| Me and my niggas done licked shots | |
| Even done hit cops | |
| Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till 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 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 | |
| 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 feed back | |
| 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 aint talkin bout my niggas | |
| Nigga we can go hoe for hoe 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 flame thrower 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 | |
| Chorus (drag-on:) | |
| Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns | |
| (chant:) hell yeah we bust our guns | |
| (drag-on:) do you fuck them 'till they cum | |
| (chant:) damn right we make them cum | |
| (drag-on:) it's for the north | |
| (voices:) head south, head east, head west | |
| (drag-on:) ruff ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best | |
| (repeat) | |
| Juvenile: | |
| In the late night | |
| We be cockin high givin' you stage fright | |
| Yo' head might explode | |
| When i bust with 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 usein' me | |
| Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me | |
| I'm workin wit some change ha | |
| And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha | |
| You 'bout warin' over ya people i'm the same ha | |
| Look i'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game | |
| But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha | |
| Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha | |
| Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks | |
| Yo' get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo' shit | |
| Ya stankin' bitch i ruff ryde your ass then | |
| Cashin' for money juve aint gettin nothin' ha, ha, ha that shit is funny | |
| (repat chorus 2x) | |
| Drag-on: | |
| 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 baretta | |
| 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 with a bone i run with her | |
| Ya'll make me so tired ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire | |
| Ya'll aint got ya'll boots aint got ya'll suits probaly got a gun that aint 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 aint you | |
| 'fore i have your spirits with the angels | |
| My shorty keep a gun on the ankles | |
| Wana 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 | |
| Who evers wit you is gonna jail | |
| Is you iggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha | |
| You want to fuck'em till they cum ha | |
| Drag-on juvenille double up what you want ha (repeat chorus 4x) |
| zuò qǔ : Dean, Grey, Smalls | |
| Dragon: | |
| Ha, ha, ha oh, damn now bop to this oh yeah ya' ll know what this is flame on juvenile dragon flame on and now swizz, swizz beatz yeah | |
| Dragon: | |
| Me and my niggas done licked shots | |
| Even done hit cops | |
| Bet ya' ll niggas can' t wait till 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 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 | |
| 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 feed back | |
| 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 aint talkin bout my niggas | |
| Nigga we can go hoe for hoe toe to toe blow for blow | |
| And when you fell your nose crack | |
| That mean i broke that i' m fittin to popo wit a flame thrower 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' dragon ya' ll niggas and south siders | |
| Chorus dragon: | |
| Do ya' ll niggas bust ya' ll guns | |
| chant: hell yeah we bust our guns | |
| dragon: do you fuck them ' till they cum | |
| chant: damn right we make them cum | |
| dragon: it' s for the north | |
| voices: head south, head east, head west | |
| dragon: ruff ryders gonna show ya' ll niggas who rides the best | |
| repeat | |
| Juvenile: | |
| In the late night | |
| We be cockin high givin' you stage fright | |
| Yo' head might explode | |
| When i bust with 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 usein' me | |
| Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me | |
| I' m workin wit some change ha | |
| And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha | |
| You ' bout warin' over ya people i' m the same ha | |
| Look i' ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game | |
| But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha | |
| Playin' with the number one son don' t play no games ha | |
| Come outside don' t see nothin' but camoflage and bricks | |
| Yo' get some boys straped with ban danas tryin knock off yo' shit | |
| Ya stankin' bitch i ruff ryde your ass then | |
| Cashin' for money juve aint gettin nothin' ha, ha, ha that shit is funny | |
| repat chorus 2x | |
| Dragon: | |
| 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 baretta | |
| 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 with a bone i run with her | |
| Ya' ll make me so tired ya' ll niggas still rappin' like ya' ll don' t know my flows fire | |
| Ya' ll aint got ya' ll boots aint got ya' ll suits probaly got a gun that aint 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 aint you | |
| ' fore i have your spirits with the angels | |
| My shorty keep a gun on the ankles | |
| Wana 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 | |
| Who evers wit you is gonna jail | |
| Is you iggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha | |
| You want to fuck' em till they cum ha | |
| Dragon juvenille double up what you want ha repeat chorus 4x |