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(feat. DMX, Drag-On) [DMX] Grrrrrrr From the dogz to the pups Drag-On baby, Ruff Ryders, come on [Drag-On] Drag On baby, uh Yo who them niggaz at the bar niggaz? On them job niggaz See y'all frontin mine niggaz But drugz revolve niggaz Y'all fake coke dealers slidin away wit soap niggaz 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 niggaz doin a hundered a set With the gun to y'all neck I'll have y'all niggaz 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 niggaz 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 Niggaz think it's funny and shit, when chicks is suckin they dicks Till they control you like Remotes, bustin buttons and shit Y'all can't control me, all y'all can do is promote me women SongtexteAnd caught no shots, from my glock wit 16 in it, uh [Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX) x2] Who them niggaz that's comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders) Whom them niggaz that's makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders) Who them niggaz that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders) Who them nigaz that'll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders) [Drag-On] This lil nigga's too young to show the i.d. But if y'all don't feel the hits now y'all gon feel it later like Ali Y'all got respect? Not at all, but we do and got it all Cause y'all know there's a lot of dogs that'll sell y'all for a lot of dough Playboy, u sniff out, and pull out and leave em stiff out Poke em wit somethin they couldnt get it out if they shitted out Hercules thinkin he hurtin me, but they ain't hurtin shit If only they could see behind curtains, they girl is jerking dick And I might bust inside her then the next day say hello to you Hopin that my nut ain't touch nuttin it wasnt supposed to When you get up from the get go, nigga disapper like Presto The cats is Pedro, since double R got the metro They almost dead yo, niggaz wanted butted down We throwin up the parties soon as they pat us down ? Woulda been more than music sounds Coulda been round after round goin straight thru yo crown [Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX) x2] Who them niggaz that's comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders) Whom them niggaz that's makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders) Who them niggaz that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders) Who them nigaz that'll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders) [Drag-On] What's this I'm hearin niggaz sayin I ain't ready What you tellin me? I been caught felony's y'all nigaz funny like Bill Bellamy Fuck what you tellin me, I pull out gunz like niggaz pull out swords In the old days, whan I spray I'm yellin, ?touche? Either you can stay and lay and this'll be yo last day Or you can help me put my shit away and then you get away And nigga clear the way, you blockin what I'm droppin See the stocking? Dont let me pull the shit put that'll have you Emptyin out yo pocket, stop it, ?Drag is you for real?? Shit And tell it like if y'all takin a lot of pills, now they pumpin yo stomach For the slugz from the semi, still fuckin wit me? Y'all nigaz is little like a buck for a 20 and y'all niggaz is mad that Ruff Ryders Got me, cause all them bees you stick on me Not one of em stung me And by my dick y'all niggaz is gon wish, y'all hung me Double 0 nigga and I'm hungry and I'm goin all out, cause y'all numb me You feel this [Chorus by: Drag-On and (DMX) x2] Who them niggaz that's comin to take over? (Ruff Ryders) Whom them niggaz that's makin they moves? (Ruff Ryders) Who them niggaz that pay they dues? (Ruff Ryders) Who them niggaz that'll never lose? (Ruff Ryders) Aus Songtexte Mania