Ruff Ryders: Weed, hoes, dough

I'm pushin for the single yo, c'monYo lock the door, uh huhYa heard, uh, uhC'mon, yeahY'all know who it is, or should I say what it isUh, uh[Verse 1]All Drag do is fuck bitches, and drain his bodyKickin bitches out the bed and sleep next to a shottieA bitch'll never get me pump, I make niggas pump IVI'm the type to follow the cops wit a midget drivin meMake them think the car drivin itself, and I'm in the passenger seatSignal lights, stashbox, a package of DDrag dash, I'm happy to beOn, this rap shit is like a jacket to meI wear it with cracks in my sleevesSo I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off cuz my shit be goneWhat are you, lost your mind?It took my time to cut these dimesSo I could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few ninesDip the T T in polish watch the shoe shineSlip in the Tunnel with a banger in my bootlineAll it takes is the finger to make a sour sit, lingerDouble R is hard, the rest of y'all is R & B singersCHORUS 2X:WEEDThat's what we smokin upHOESThat's what we pokin upDOUGHThat's what we foldin upThat's all we know about[Verse 2]I got more bullets in my clip, than chocolate got in chipI got more bitches suckin dick, than niggas smokin niksI got more shit up in my whip, than most niggas got in cribsI got more, blocks of raw while y'all tryin to stop warsCoward nigga lock your doorsI'll come through with the locksmith and pop itWith the glock 4 and show y'all what a mouth's forI got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean wheelchairCuz Drag is real fair, it's all real hereI own more buildings on my block, than real estate, philly aveHit ten niggas I'm tryin to see mils like Billy GatesCuz me in Philly rollin dutchesMe and Eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off bitches' weavesDouble R, pop niggas, make niggas bleedFiends come to me my top rock's been asleepSeven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under meNow that's a foot left, you shouldn't have took that stepCHORUS[Verse 3]I know y'all wish y'all woulda, shoulda, couldaDidda, getta, gotta, guns we cock it then pop itMake 'em holler and swallowNiggas stop it, catch it, all up in his jacketI'm not a stingy nigga, I'll let a nigga have itHate chips that go away, lookin like white cokeSit in the sun long, come back like french toastHair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is brownUsed to frown, now you smile, nigga must have left you nowWent from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boatWent from keys to the coke, went from coke to the dopeWent from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gatsWent from slums to the stats, been to London and backMe change cuz I rap, I can't do itI went from muggin y'all to payin niggas to do itIt's all the same stupidI got cake on cake, cuz I went from pow to powWit my family, two R's, Ryde or DieCHORUS