If You Know Lyrics - Drag On

Intro: 

[Sheek] 

Yo I might get drunk 

[Jadakiss] 

Jeckel and Hyde 

Roll these with lemons 

[Sheek] 

I'm tellin' y'all Niggas 

Swizz Beatz 

Chorus: 

[All] 

If you know, like we know, like they know 

L.O.X. is the best 

If you know, like we know, like they know 

Swizz Beatz is the best 

If you know, like we know, like they know 

Ruff Ryders is the best 

If you know, like we know, like they know 

We'll bring it to their chest 

Verse 1: 

[Sheek a.k.a Louch] 

Yo if I can't make money 

Then you can't either 

If I didn't have to rap 

I have blown in the freezer 

[Styles a.k.a Holiday] 

If I can't rock Nikes 

or Tim's with double soles 

I have the 9 in the pound 

And leave your ass full of holes 

[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood] 

If I didn't push a Benz 

And I didn't push a Lex 

Then the Ambulance will come 

And they be pushin' on your chest 

[Swizz Beatz] 

If I couldn't hit the studio 

and make another record 

For my double R Niggas 

I'll lay y'all on stretchers 

[Sheek a.k.a Louch] 

Now I might get drunk 

Or I might get high 

But my game stay Trump 

And my style stay fly 

[Styles a.k.a Holiday] 

I might hit a dime 

Or I might hit a duece 

And when I wanna go to war 

Is when you wanna call a truce 

[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood] 

I might buy 'em cooked 

Dough I might buy 'em raw 

And I might tap your chin 

Or I might cross your jaw 

[Swizz Beatz] 

Now I might go 18's 

I might go 20's 

I might use dumdums 

Cause y'all Niggas dummies 

Chorus: 

Verse 2: 

[Sheek a.k.a Louch] 

Ayo, me without weight 

Is like Harlem without 8 

[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood] 

Yeah, me with no funds 

Is like Queens with no dunns 

[Styles a.k.a Holiday] 

And me with no beef 

Is like Brooklyn with no guns 

[Swizz Beatz] 

Man and me with no beats 

Is like Cali with no blunts 

[Sheek a.k.a Louch] 

First I got head from her 

Then I hit her from the back 

Then she told me that she hustled 

So I hit her with a pack 

[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood] 

Yeah, screw how many mics you got 

How much ice you got 

My bullets'll make you icy-hot 

[Styles a.k.a Holiday] 

Y'all, all my Niggas killas 

We don't talk on the phone 

And give a way better message 

When we come in your home 

[Swizz Beatz] 

Yo, catch me Down-South 

When I'm pumpin' up things 

and my name ain't Rover 

Don't jump on my rings 

[Sheek a.k.a Louch] 

Man, you gotta have your hustle right 

When you up in the game 

[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood] 

You gotta have your lawyor money 

For you firm-aly change 

[Styles a.k.a Holiday] 

And don't you leave out the house 

Without bringer your things 

[Swizz Beatz] 

We gonna Ruff Ryde, Nigga 

>From here to the bank 

Interlude: 

[Sheek a.k.a Louch] 

What you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was over 

This double R, Nigga, L.O.X. 

We are the streets 

When the kennels is open the dogs is biting, bitch 

Shits real 

Verse 3: 

[Drag-on] 

Yo, yo, yo, yo 

I might pull up in a V, 

that cost more than a buck 

Then turn around and burn it 

Cause you thought it was plush 

[Eve] 

Anytime I get on fire 

I get a car to match 

And tell any rapper you name 

You gard it black 

[Drag-On] 

When I bust my hammer 

I nail my Nigga 

We the Ruff Ryder family 

All hail, my Niggas 

[Eve] 

And I might ride, I might die 

That's up to the Lord 

And my Niggas might come home 

That's up to the ? 

[Drag-On] 

Yo, If money make you feel good 

I'm happy with lead 

Joe Pesci-style 

Kickin' Niggas after they dead 

[Eve] 

Picture the litter 

Hold the 4-5th for my Niggas 

Writin' the venom 

Ass look right in the dinner 

[Drag-On] 

?Dockin'? you pay 

Word from me you clockin' the Yay 

I hustle for real 

Let you hold the block for a day 

[Eve] 

Pull it in your brain 

And give you a hot idea 

You wanna low 

Here's a casket you can hide out there 

Chorus: til fade