(damn right we make 'em cum!) (Damn right we make them cum!!) Ruff Ryders - Bust Our Guns_H264_AAC_360p (1).m4a Audio Create Time: 2020-10-24 Files: 1 Total size: 3.46MB Seeders: 0 Leechers: 0 DMX - Ruff Riders instrumental with hook__AAC_128k.m4a My guns made in China so you better dust off Copyright: Writer(s): Mel Smalls, Kasseem Dean, Teruis Gray, 18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs, HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawg​" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS, NEW SONG: AC/DC - "Shot In The Dark" - LYRICS, 15 Huge Stars Who Were Backup Singers First, NEW SONG: Shawn Mendes - "Wonder" - LYRICS, 27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks. Scenario 2000 Lyrics: (Mmm, mmmm) / See y'all don't understand us you know / Ruff Ryders is a family / Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders … I'm tired of niggaz be thinkin' that you usin' me Sign Up Now! Wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo', ya know Hell yeah, we bust our guns Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? is an American hip hop group formed in 1994, from Yonkers, New York.The group is composed of East Coast rappers Sheek Louch, Styles P and Jadakiss.They had originally signed to Sean Combs' Bad Boy Records in 1995, before joining Ruff Ryders Entertainment in 1998, and have since launched their own label, D-Block Records. Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Check what the bullet did, missiles gonna hit you get you Man! (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names, yeah Artist(s): Ruff Ryders Title: Ryde or Die Volume 1 Label: Ruff Ryders/Interscope Year: 1999. The Lox (stylized The LOX or The L.O.X.) Ruff Ryders' Anthem (Remix)" features DMX, Jadakiss, Styles P, Drag-On, & Eve; and was released in 1999 as the third and final single from Clue's solo debut album, The Professional (1998). 2. Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum Bet y'all niggaz can't wait till my shit drop Name. (damn right we make 'em cum!) want this beat ? Be like a dog with a bone I run with her The Ruff Ryders start it, now just shout it. Do y'all fuck them til they cum? Rip through tissue, should have never rhymed this 'cause I miss you You better get the message 'cause I done mailed it out Where the weed at? I'm tired of you niggaz, be thinkin that you usin me, Runnin with them petty-ass niggaz lookin like fools to me, And aint afraid to put fifty up on ya brain yay, You bout warrin over yo' people I'm the same yay, Look, I'ma have somebody sayin that's the shame yay, But if them people come they ain't gon' give no names yay, Play with the number one stun'na don't play no games yay, Come outside and see nothin but camouflage and bricks, Them gather up boys strapped with cannons, tryin to knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch, I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money, Juven' ain't gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny, When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out, You better get the message, cause I done mailed it out, that I'ma bang it like a hammer and I'ma nail the South, East West, and write letters for my niggaz up North, My guns made in China, so you better dust off, Comin to getcha, you gon' bleed ketchup, I always got cheddar, I never ass bet ya, and I won't even sweat ya, My dough is never low, but if Drag is down on his last, Make a nigga feel the heat in the cold weather, Can't stand a nigga hype, throw me his bitch, Bitch come to my shit, you betta come get her, Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire, and y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots, Probably gotta gun that ain't never shoot, When we come you better hope they don't name you, Cause like two sticks rubbin I'll flame you, cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell. Y'all make me so tired y'all niggaz still rappin', Like y'all don't know my flows fire When they come you better hope they don't name you, 'Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you I don't care about your feed back, y'all niggaz don't feed drag, Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house Don't try to be me 'cause I ain't you And who that nigga ruff rydin' Drag-On y'all niggaz and south siders, Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain, yeah, You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same, yeah Stay up-to-date on Ruff Ryders news. Do y'all niggas bust ya guns? But you niggaz couldn't borrow a belt Y'all ain't got y'all boots ain't got y'all suits LOX, DMX and Eve come off nicely. Where the stash at nigga? The production by Swizz is awesome. The remix charted on Billboard Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs and was later on featured in Grand Theft Auto Liberty City Stories in the station "The Liberty Jam". You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles Ryde or Die (Lox, DMX, Drag-On, Eve) Really tight song. Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best. Do y'all niggaz bust your guns? or one from an oder song send me the name of the song if you want this beat send me a message on my channel (hell yeah we bust our guns!) In the late night, we be cockin' high givin' you stage fright Nigga you don't want my paper drop, 'Cause that means I'm empty, and your full of it Cashin' for money Juve ain't gettin' nothin', that shit is funny, When my niggaz get knocked we gonna bail them out I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta (Larsiny) / Don't start nuttin ya ass can't finish / Ryde or Die Boyz gon', COME AND GET WITCHA! 'Cause I got the Ruff Ryders Probaly got a gun that ain't never shoot Find Lyrics of Ruff Ryders All-Star Freestyle [*] by Ruff Ryders on Songaah.com - including song translations, artist biography, and more. Do y'all fuck them til they cum? Im not sure but I think this was the first single from the album. You want to fuck'em till they cum, ha True banger. 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 Runnin' with them petty ass niggaz lookin' like fools to me Yeah, uhh, uhh, y'all know what this is (flame on), Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops, Betcha niggaz can't wait til my shit drop, Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop, Cause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it, Missiles gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue, Shoot another rhyme just cause I missed you, I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag, 'fore ya monkey-ass land where the dust at, Ride like the girl but you can't trust cash, Spit line of fire and he can't touch black, Nigga we don't need that, I don't care about your feedback, Til a motherfucker pull out, bust a bullet out, in the safe house, nigga where the keys at, Nigga where the stash at, nigga where the weed at. Playin' with the number one son don't play no games, yeah, Come outside don't see nothin' but camouflage and bricks (hell yeah we bust our guns!) Flame on Juvenile Drag-On flame on Yeah y'all know what this is © 2021 METROLYRICS, A RED VENTURES COMPANY. My dough is never low but if drag is down on his last Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her Yo' get some boys strapped with bandannas tryin' knock off yo' shit Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash, Spit like a fire but you can't touch black Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Oh, damn now bop to this oh Man! Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want, ha. 'Fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at My shorty keep a gun on the ankles, Wanna fuck, watch out she will bang you Look, I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game 'Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup When it come to my gun my shells is out Drag-On’s verse is especially good. Stream Bust Ya Guns(Ruff Ryders Grime Edit) by UKD(Double Clapperz) from desktop or your mobile device Matter fact where the ass at, cause I got the "Rough Rider" Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow, That mean I broke that, I fill a po'-po' wit a flame thrower, like I told yo' befo' ya know umm - you can't handle, You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles, Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who ride the best, In the late night, we be cockin high and givin you stage fright, Yo head might explode, when I bust with the lead pipe. Damn right, we make 'em cum . All you can do is cuss back and read back Yo' head might explode when I bust with the lead pipe And when you fell your nose crack, That mean I broke that I'm fittin' to po-po Damn right, I make 'em all say. 1. Do y'all niggas bust ya guns? (Hell yeah we bust our guns!!) Drag-On, Juvenile, Double R, what you want huh. Nigga where the keys at nigga? Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns, hell, yeah we bust our guns Do you fuck them 'till they cum, damn right we make them cum It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 'Cause I taught her well, y'all players better haul to hell Hell yeah, we bust our guns Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather, Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch (Damn right we make them cum!!) Everyone is great. I make plus cash y'all little niggaz can't fuck wit drag, Got the chain out so it's bust and grab Nigga fuck that you better bust back (Ruff Ryders) Make you throw your bike's up Make you rep your hood, now scream Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh I think I'm getting why these muthafuckers hate me 'Cause I've been putting pressure on errything lately And I'm here pressure bust pipes kinda easy With that being said I apologize to BP But to the rest of yall it's no courtesy And I say right, Juvenile hey tight, stay hype, now page mike Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum? Ruff Ryders gonna show y'all niggaz who rides the best. Stay hype, now page Mike and make sure he got all the yea, aight? It's for the north, head south, head east, head west Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger, Mater fact where the ass at? I always got chedder I never ass bet ya', And I won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger and better Nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow And make sure he got all the yeah, aight? And now swizz, swizz beatz, yeah, Me and my niggaz done licked shots, even done hit cops Who evers wit you is gonna jail, Is you niggaz bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none, ha I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out, East, west the right this for my niggaz up north Do y'all niggaz bust your guns? Man! Oh you ain't bustin none, huh? Do you niggaz bust your guns? Do y'all niggaz bust y'all guns? And I aint talkin' bout my niggaz Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go. The ruff ryders start it, now just shout it! How you bust gats nigga we don't need that 'Fore I have your spirits with the angels Email address Ya stankin' bitch, I ruff ryde your ass then I'm workin' wit some change, yeah Ryde Or Die Boyz Lyrics: Man!

Back For The Future, Pip Rates For Mental Health 2020, Mini Hockey Champ!, Arizona Coyotes Tv Schedule 2021, Día De La Mujer Rural Argentina, Scott Mcguinness Afl Hawthorn, Lion King Gross,