Ruff Ryder`s Anthem (remix) Lyrics

Ruff Ryder`s Anthem (remix) lyrics

This thing right here is for my peoples in the streets (Uh huh) 

and this thing right here and get your ass off your feet (Come On) 



Drag-On 



They call me Drag-On, 

its time to bomb, 

I'll burn'em all 

Till they all say 

turn em off ' 

cause these chicks 

I'ma run em all 

Chickenheads know I be the colonel 

Cuz I burn eternal 

mixes wit they infernal 

So be careful 'fore I burn you 

You better learn dude, 

yeah I heard you 

But I'ma hurt you, 

but you don't know 

my verses too is a virtue 

Ruff Ryders be the team, 

which means a lot cream, 

lot of schemes 

Lot of beams 

to make your stock drop, 

right on the seams 

Nigga here is too hot 

and too much 

for you to touch 

Better tell your man cuz I'm too tough 

inaudibly too dust do you bust 

Cuz we do you can ask people 

But quietly 

but they don't believe until they leave violently 

Is you buying us 

cuz niggas that purchase is under the dirt kid 

They call me Drag-On; 

I'm the youngest buck at bunkers 

Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers 

but this Bronx bombers 

Spitting flame so you better 

wear your armor 

Flame on! 



Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) 



My dogs gon' stop; your dogs gon' drop 

And then we go, shut'em down open up shop 

First we had em like ohh,

now they like no 

What baby that's how Ruff Ryders roll 



Jadakiss 

When I pop up, 

I lock shop up, 

pull the drop up 

Park a block up, 

hit the alarm, 

put the top up 

Stash the 'dro in my sock 

then pull my sock up 

And keep the burner 

but if it's hot put my glock up 

You know what I'm about 

Sliding off 

get my cock sucked 

Or writing rhymes 

watching Scarface in the hot tub 

What you wanna bet 

when I pull it out 

if you don't shout 

Then every bullet'll go 

in and out 

Who you know besides 'Kiss 

take a piss in the bottle of Cris 

Then give it to a modeling bitch 

And you like your watch plain 

I'ma flood mine 

Alligator bloodline 

trained to fine coke and write one time 



Styles 

Ya'll niggas ain't hearing me out 

til I pop up appear in your house 

Clearing it out, holiday style 

Everybody acting violent and wild 

Snatch the wife silence the child 

That's how we move, 

kill me my man kill you 

That's how you lose, 

I Ruff Ryde 

I don't like this slide 

felt that I slipped 

Then the guns only helping the clip 

And the clip's only helping my hand 

And like who the fuck is helping your man 

When I cock back and hop out the van 

Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car 

Hear the party start a fight at the bar 

Snatch ya all sell your shit for some coke 

and get the fuck out the dodge 



Eve 

Guess you figure that my niggas 

Flip us pullin triggas 

who's team crowd around 

trying to flick a picture, 

get wit ya This bitch from holding it down off this quicker 

Nigga not making sense better stay up off the liquor 

Blond bomb-shell caramel, heavy spender 

Get you saying I'm they sister Hush ya mouth 'fore I hit ya 

Stick it in wise guys fake thugs and bullshitters 

Take you for a ride cover up your eye then I get ya 

Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder 

Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by a 

Snatching up your figure fronting know you dig us 

Haters screaming who that bitch (uhh) mind your (uhh) business nigga 



Chorus 



DMX 

Uh huh, uh, uh, uh X is gonna hit ya'll niggaz hard 

Leave ya'll niggaz scarred 

Fucking with the dog 

when you fucking with the god 

Rip ya'll niggaz arm, 

Faggot nigga saw 

Remember me from up north, 

I had you scared to cough 

My name is ringing bells, 

in penitentiary cells 

I'm making thugs rebel, 

ain't hard to tell 

You never really wanted it 

so the mic is just the fun of it 

outta sixteen shots I'ma hit, 

which one of you niggaz am I gonna get 

Thought you knew what I was gonna spit 

This time with this rhyme but by the end of it 

Ya'll niggaz is gon' be like yo X ripped it 

Did my thing as usual it's never gonna stop 

But them cats can't be for real, 

I got this shit locked 

Is that a game or a joke 

tell the name or get smoked 

Simple as that, 

simple as black, 

to the throat 

Hit'em all up to the coat, 

now you losing your life (Grrrrrr) 

A dog is a dog for life!