Who, Ruff Ryders lyrics

[Intro: DMX]
Grrrrrrr
From the dogz to the pups
Drag-On baby, Ruff Ryders, come on

[Verse 1: Drag-On]
Drag On baby, uh
Yo who them n*ggas at the bar n*ggas?
On them job n*ggas
See y'all frontin mine n*ggas
But drugz revolve n*ggas
Y'all fake coke dealers slidin away wit soap n*ggas
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 n*ggas doin a hundered a set
With the gun to y'all neck I'll have y'all n*ggas runnin in sets
Under the bed, two to the chest and one to yo leg
c*cked it have one in the head and wanted by feds
Said they on the prowl for Drag and n*ggas 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
n*ggas think it's funny and sh*t, when chicks is suckin they di*ks
Till they control you like Remotes, pushing buttons and sh*t
Y'all can't control me, all y'all can do is promote me women
And caught no shots, from my Glock wit 16 in it, uh
[Chorus: Drag-On and (DMX)] x2
Who them n*ggas that's comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)
Whom them n*ggas that's makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them n*ggas that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them nigaz that'll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders)

[Verse 2: Drag-On]
This lil n*gga'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 couldn't get it out if they sh*tted out
Hercules thinkin he hurtin me, but they ain't hurtin sh*t
If only they could see behind curtains, they girl is j*rking di*k
And I might bust inside her then the next day say hello to you
Hopin that my nut ain't touch nuttin it wasn't supposed to
When you get up from the get go, n*gga disapper like Presto
The cats is Pedro, since double R got the metro
They almost dead yo, n*ggas wanted bat us 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: Drag-On and (DMX)] x2
Who them n*ggas that's comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)
Whom them n*ggas that's makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them n*ggas that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them nigaz that'll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders)
[Verse 3: Drag-On]
What's this I'm hearin n*ggas sayin I ain't ready
What you tellin me? I been caught felony's y'all nigaz funny like Bill Bellamy
f*ck what you tellin me, I pull out gunz like n*ggas 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 sh*t away and then you get away
And n*gga clear the way, you blockin what I'm droppin
See the stocking? Dont let me pull the sh*t put that'll have you
Emptyin out yo pocket, stop it, "Drag is you for real?" sh*t
And tell it like if y'all takin a lot of pills, now they pumpin yo stomach
For the slugz from the semi, still f*ckin wit me?
Y'all nigaz is little like a buck for a 20 and y'all n*ggas is mad that
Ruff Ryders Got me, cause all them bees you stick on me
Not one of em stung me
And by my di*k y'all n*ggas is gon wish, y'all hung me
Double 0 n*gga and I'm hungry and I'm goin all out, cause y'all numb me
You feel this

[Chorus: Drag-On and (DMX)] x2
Who them n*ggas that's comin to take over? ( Ruff Ryders)
Whom them n*ggas that's makin they moves? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them n*ggas that pay they dues? ( Ruff Ryders)
Who them n*ggas that'll never lose? ( Ruff Ryders)