Raise It Up lyrics

by

Juvenile


[Swizz Beatz]
Millenium time, millenium time
Yo, Strings, Drag-On
Swizz-Swizz-Swizz Beatz
Yo, yo, yo (1-2-3-4)

[Chorus One: Strings]
Raise it up, in the front
Raise it up, in the back
Raise it up, on the side
Raise it up, where you at?
Raise it up, in the middle
Raise it up, in them traps
f*ck that, f*ck that
f*ck that, f*ck that

[Chorus Two: Strings]
Blaze it up, in the front
Blaze it up, in the back
Blaze it up, on the side
Blaze it up, where you at?
Blaze it up, in the middle
Blaze it up, in them traps
f*ck that, f*ck that
f*ck that, f*ck that
[Strings]
How many y'all n*ggas feelin this in yo' feet?
How many y'all n*ggas bumpin Strings in yo' Jeep?
How many y'all n*ggas got beef?
Packin heat, packin in yo' sleep
n*ggas is hungry off in them streets
How many y'all n*ggas got dough out the ass?
How many y'all n*ggas hustlin' make it fast?
How many y'all n*ggas got b*tches with class?
Bringin they own grass, makin they own cash
How many y'all n*ggas is ready for combat?
How many y'all n*ggas lions mistakin for tomcats?
Contacts with contracts, that's where I'm at
Legs, ass and cash for eternity, I'm stacked
Ruff n*gga Ryder, never been a law abider
What the f*ck are y'all waitin for?
Motherf*ckas fired up
Make my pockets lump-lump, I give you the pump-pump
Let me see you jump-jump, and shakin your rump-rump-rump
Party over here, f*ck that over there
Hands in the air, drinks e'rywhere
And if wherever you from, real n*ggas don't care
Long as you got a fat derriere
Make that cash, make that dough
Break that trick, pimp that hoe
n*gga slow the flow, uhh, n*gga slow the flow
Throw yo' hands up, my n*ggas puttin it down
Where my b*tches at, shake that ass all around
I said throw yo' hands up, my n*ggas puttin it down
Where my b*tches at, shake that ass all around
[Chorus One] - 2X

[Drag-On]
(Flame On!!)
All my people Ryde 'em Ruff like giddy-up
Get a n*gga, pick 'im up, stick 'im up
Get the nine, hit 'im up, ambulance come pick 'im up
All my people push weight
Ain't nothin but a word to move the bird
We fly them south for the winter
Cook them up then push 'em out like dinner
Now eat.. Drag-On get enough to feed the streets
Like here's a key, take that
Who him? Break that
Y'all boys better make my kick-back
With a blade in my hand y'all see gashes
Bullets will land y'all see splashes
When I send them loose beadies
Brains on the walls like grafitis
All my peoples is millionaires
But in the hood, they still there
When I cop, let's bail out, move to Bel Air
Come back to the hood and get killed there
Get carried out, when I go to the hood
Why them girls wanna marry me now, and follow me now?
I just tell them to shut up, swallow me now
All my people them Ryder people
Put they body where you can't see them
Half of they body is stuffed tissue
Other half got you peakin
Drag got you peelin
Double R got you leakin
Swizz got your brain sodomized
Ruff Ryde or Die
[Chorus One] - 2X

[Chorus Two] - till fade
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