• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Pay Per View - Ruff Ryders
• Pay Per View - Keith Murray
• Pay Per View - Orbital
• Pay Per View - Allen Iverson

[Drag-On]
Uh, come on
Uh, uh, uh, come on
Come on, come on
When Drag finger foreman
I don't ever wanna get off
Skip three, count to ten
Ref. Griffin step to him
Y'all know how the riders ride
We always disqualified
I'mma a total savage
Like Lex Luger, you'll get the total package
Straight power bomb like Kevin Nash and Sid Vicious
Small like Ray Mysterious put y'all in big ditches
Boy missing, it's that boy Drag from the kitchen
Slap your man hand, get an equal ass whipping
Roll like Wolf Pack, toss men like Four Horsemen
And y'all can meet Drag in the middle of the ring
Y'all can bang like I'm in the ping
Before y'all hear the ding
I bring the things that'll make ya sweat
Make the blood sting
You can be a big wrestler still I pimpin' ya
The call me 'The Crippler' leglock will cripple ya
Cause I don't care who's the tallest
My body slam's flawless
Then run for governor like Jesse "The Body" Ventura
[Jadakiss]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Jadakiss baby throw plenty of blows
Cause the Ryders roll thick like N.W.O.
Everybody wanna shine until they get Steiner lined
Show vital signs, pinned till three
Yo ain't leave with the belt, then you ain't win to me
Cause I'm the heavy weight champ I'll give you a title shot
You better bring your - cause I always win the match
Run up in your dressing room chair to your head
Then I choke slam your manager and leave with the bread
Don't matter what the price is I'm copping the -
I hop off the top rope and chop you in the throat
Come through like Sting all black with a bat
Then I drop you like Goldberg right on your back
You know styling and profiling like Ric Flair dressed me
Sort of like Kipman, all the chicks think I'm sexy
Ruff Ryders, WCW, you wanna test me
[All]
No matter how it go down
I'm putting you under
Whether it's Monday Night Nitro
Or Thursday Night Thunder
A Pay Per View event where everybody get bent
I'm trying to knock your ass out
And make sure your pinned
No matter how it go down
I'm putting you under
Whether it's Monday Night Nitro
Or Thursday Night Thunder
A Pay Per View event where everybody get bent
I'm trying to knock your ass out
And make sure your pinned
[Eve]
This chick known for body slamming
Spines I split in half
Think this one here's a joke
I'm gon lay back and let your laugh
Till I put you in the sleeper
Dead to the world
A three count ain't gon save you
From the power of this girl
Leg drop from the top to your throat
Now how you feel?
Figure four to end it all
And people thinking this ain't real
The belt is mine and I'm gon keep it that way
Cause I'm the champ
Blondy kill 'em, Blondy kill 'em, yo
You hear the voices chant
My dogs walk me out to the ring
And pile around
Give me a minute till it's over
Tag teams you're going down
I'm feared like Miss Elizabeth
She's wrecking all
Cowards better stay away
Cause I ain't scared of none of y'all
Calling anybody out that think they ready for this fight
Clothes line just to set it off
You better say goodnight and say your prayers
Cause believe you ain't gon walk away smiling
Ruff Ryders, WCW, we stay wiling
[Styles]
I'm like Diamond Dallas Page
Guaranteed to leave you screaming
Cause you talk too much
Like you Bobby "The Brain" Heenan
You probably match out
Like I'm buff like Bagwell
Red shoe like The Cat give me your heart
I do damage like I'm managed by Jimmy The Hart
Somebody tell Mean Gean go and talk to Benero
I'mma always be around like fast Eddie Gabero
Rap off wrestling, call me the colonel
I'mma make you dance around like you Disco Inferno
I'mma do the Ruff Ryder till I rock your world
Then I'm leaving out the building with the Nitro girls
Bald headed with tattoos just like I'm Saturn
So watch when you talk I'm stronger than Scott Noan
I'mma always make my ending perfect like Curt Henning
I'mma always start trouble too, WCW
SP, heavy weight champ, who the - are you?
[All]
No matter how it go down
I'm putting you under
Whether it's Monday Night Nitro
Or Thursday Night Thunder
A Pay Per View event where everybody get bent
I'm trying to knock your ass out
And make sure your pinned
No matter how it go down
I'm putting you under
Whether it's Monday Night Nitro
Or Thursday Night Thunder
A Pay Per View event where everybody get bent
I'm trying to knock your ass out
And make sure your pinned

* sample repeats in background from redman's "cosmic slop" (4x)
--> attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey
To hell and beyond
[erick sermon]
Hahaha
Good evening all you blunt smokers
Welcome to the darksides of def squad
Where you bout to hear the voices of passione,
Lbm, kel vicious, keith murray
Takin you to the legion of dume, and beyond
This is a pay per view event
Some shit you wanna hear, yaknahmsayin?
Let's get ready to rumble, yeah..
[lbm]
When my, funk's mastered like flex
I touch more earsets than nynex
Lbm puts words together like triple yahtzee
Performin open heart surgeries with a hand-grip shottie
My creepy wisdom mixed with leaky ism splits em
And attacks the rhythm like an exorcism
Blood leaks out my ink pen, I start killin
Stinkin, bitches like ? ? joe rifkind? ?
(rifkind.. rifkind..) yahh!!
I strangle angels from a brooklyn angle
Rectangular mangle (and tango) incur single
[e. sermon sings like method man]
P-a-s-s-i-o-n
[passion]
As the world goes around, I'm breakin down competitors
Like the predator, niggaz check my metaphors
(yea, word up) let the bullshit, ride, put the clip inside the steel
When the verbal starts to peel, motherfuckers know the deal (yeah)
Like ac/dc (word? ) I'm charged off the energy
The cipher is my soul psych the soul is my serenity (word up)
Time and time again I grip the pen with a vengeance
Disruption of your cypher niggaz label me a menace
The villain, I'm feelin, another, lyrical combustion
Eruptin, bustin out my brain (whoo!)
So ignite the flame it's the lyrically insane
I, open up the vault searchin for the buried treasure
With ? ? in the brain, increase the measures do whatever
[keith murray]
Whatever.. niggaz! k-keith mu..
Keith what? y'all niggaz don't want it, I get widdit
Quicker, than a nigga with a piss-bag done shitted
Niggaz, be like, quit it
Cause my renditions be expeditions
For niggaz on them straight looney missions (nigga)
Funk lord productions be sayin somethin (word)
For niggaz in the street who wanna fight
And press charges, I got somethin (bitch)
Throw that, you could get the bozack
Cause I leave homicide mummified and all you hoes know that
[erick sermon]
Right about now, it's kelly kel
Kel vicious, bout to get.. ill
[kel vicious]
I make a hundred crews give me enough respect
Cause my shit got the major funk effect, so check it
Select it, my rap style be highly respected
Challenge kel vicious get burnt, expect it
I'm twenty-one, and I'm a phe-nom-enon
The def squad, l.o.d. live on and on
These forty ounce drinkers, drinkers, big drug sellers
Smellin like a blunt and if you front I'll split your melon
What's your name? kelly kel, where you from? I'm from c.i.
What the fuck you wanna know for punk? you ready to die?
Your biological clock, is tickin while I'm kickin
Forty ounce dreams of blunts and wishes for you trick-ass bitches
This is mr. kel vicious with the ill funk flow
Knockin punks out like my name was riddick bowe
* sample repeats in background from redman's "cosmic slop" (to fade)
--> attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey
To hell and beyond
[erick sermon]
Yo, haha, and that was just like I told ya
Was gonna be for all them niggaz
Rockin daisy duke and reebok pumps

Thanks a bunch, Clayts! So it's:
"Look at his little nose, it's blue!"
"Aw, I dunno, it'll do him good wouldn't it? Fresh air."
"Ah, I don't like fresh air, it's not good for the skin."
"No, there rea-, you know, there really is good air where there's trees. There's more...oxygene, 'cause they breathe out oxygene like we breathe out.....the other."
The accent confuses me everytime.

[Mase]
Change the beat now and take one of those sounds out
[Allen Iverson]
Yo this is the answer
Its a dirty, dirty, dirty dance
If we don't get the money we want were locked out
That's why I run with them Harlem World niggaz
And everybody I'm runnin' with is the highest paid in what we do
That's why this shit is Pay Per View
Verse One: Allen Iverson
The Answer do mad dirt
Won't hesitate to put in work
Verbal hair trigga
Whatchu up nigga
Lets see your figgas
Is this all you got in your little bank account?
Entrepre nigga bounce
Come back with a much larger amount
And I still stop your bank and what you got in it
As soon as I win it I spend it
In the Benz that's tinted
True balla
I fuck and you call her
I bust nuts and you spoil her
You know the game militant track race
Fuck pretty
Put Murder back in front of MA$E and lets blaze this place
And ask your God do I owe yall like Semi
A.I, Betha in Miami
G's in our pockets
Pullin' out on these bitches like tubs and crocket
Verse Two: Huddy Combs
When there is cheddar to get
Huddy be ready to spit
Thug from the past
Sold drugs by the slab
Use to transport coke through cabs
Like a fork to the hill
Until my nigga Black got killed
Talkin' guns
These niggas talk with ones
Stackin' chips, Harlem World lack no whips
I felt your pain bitch nigga shoot your brains
Four point six with MA$E that's four more chips
Four more dimes can give us head like four more times
I bound the four
All Out were down to ball
I popped a lot plus I'm on the drop the top
I doin' a six
My and OZ screwin' your bitch
My money in NY as long as this shit
That's why world wide strippers want to drool on the dick
When I pop the shot I don't give a fuck who I hit
Huddy Combs, smoothest nigga to ever do all this shit
[MA$E]
These motherfuckers smilin'
You know I'm the only nigga playin'
We ain't playin' withchu nigga
Yall niggas forgettin' my man is the same nigga who put Mike on skates
You tryin' to cross over
We don't fear nobody, no names, no man, no land
We go where we want, do what ever we want to do
We don't get the money we want were locked out
We don't need ten days contract niggas
Is you forgettin' niggas we don't walk on
We franchise shit
You know these niggas? (I don't know these niggas)
All in your face!
BOY!!
Verse Three: Mysonne
Hey yo I gave you a choice
Yall chose the ruff route
Little faggot ass niggas get duffed out
With black eyes, your lips all puffed out
In the alleyways screamin' with your guts out
You just entered a world you know nothing about
We put bricks in bitches while you huff and pout
Steal dreams and politics frill teams
We probably have enough chips to build teams
And if there is no build promise its full of cream
Do-rags and wave spinnin' while I'm in my green
Its like that
You pussy just like cat
I take your man and you wishin' he could fight back
But he can't cuz ny niggas is like crack
We take a hit and you better come right back
And kill you, I assure you its real boo
We in your hood for hoodies and steel too
And anything you niggas want we while do
And all you cats that real I feel you
Because I'm real too
Kill but I ill too
I had respect since I was young and still do
Ain't nothing changed I like nothin' but money and money
I might steal you with death to W Trout
[MA$E]
Now I'm on the beat x4
Verse Four: MA$E
All the niggas that I'm runnin' with is live and low
Chippin' five for the smoke, got pounds of coke
You know my steez, nigga I die before I'm broke
Kill niggas mob style then wipe ???
You want beef with Murder nigga get the studded
Insulated turn back when spit the pellets
Not only do I do dirt I live to tell it
Leave body in the crib so kids can smell it
How you gon know how I feel?
Can't friend cuz most of them killed
And the other flipped over a deal
Niggas clappin' in the air and that's supposed to be real
What happened to point blank run a hole in his grill
You got money to lose nigga bet against MA$E
I had lodi in Hawaii with measurement fish
Yall niggas is fish cake like I said on my tape
No matter who Puff sign it will never be MA$E
You know where I am
Know where I stand
I'm the only nigga tellin' this willie shit first hand
Got damn
I got sunblock on catchin' a light tan
Floatin' on blue water, lyin' on white sand
Get a hundred grand to spit
Fifty grand to use it
Fifty grand to clear and fifty to just reuse it
Fuck makin' raps for the love of music