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[VERSE ONE]
As I sit an position myself Am I cocky coz I only play my shit and listen to myself Or am I striving for perfection? answer that Ah fuck it I cocky and I about to perfect rap NIGGA! And I roam these streets Thats why my songs is deeper than death itself I went from no food in the fridge to a platter on my shelf and I watch it And y'all ain't gotta give me that but keep ya hand out my pocket HATERS! Coz you makin me nervous it ain't worth it We don't want no accident when I flip on purpose Coz we don seen so many tradgeties done September 11th, 2001 REMEMBER Like how could I forget I lost my man pop in that shit Help me get a grip I think I'm losing it doo Because between life an death I be confusing the two [HOOK] And sometimes I don't give a fuck if I live or die But I think if I don't give a fuck about myself who else will I'm stressin [VERSE TWO] Guess I was raised the wrong way Thats why I walk around with the long eighth And dun shed so many tears I have none left Sometimes I sat and prayed for death I feel like its 11:45 a quarter to 12 15 minutes to my days is over thats why its hard to stay soba So I drink in the rain and smoke in the sun And create my own clouds not have'n to think of the pain Sometimes I think I'm going insane I get mad and shout God's name in vain Fogive me for my sins he got me laughin again He got me back rappin again now help me choose my friends My gats the closest one to me But if my gun could take the stand and tell Ill be doin life in jail Like judge he made me do it It ain't the gun its the nigga behind it that shoot it, thats ruthless [HOOK] You see alot of niggaz don't want drag to shine Instead they wanna see drag locked up like my nigga Shyne So you know what they try to do, leave a nigga behind You know what it is, they envy me Motherfuckin niggaz held me back for 3 fuckin years And motherfuckin niggaz left me for dead Hopin that the world would forget but you know what? They didnt forget, they bought me back And now I'm in the greatest shape of my life So now I'm on some shit like fuck yall All I give a fuck about is my niggaz and my niggaz only I'm on some shit like.. [VERSE THREE] Yall can suck these off Coz I don't need y'all to succeed y'all NIGGA I know you like my word play early Like nelly got country grammar like er day I can go cold and still sell out shows And make enough dough to get your feet choppin not about your toes?? For commin at me half steppin Talkin like gangsta shit and ain't have no weapon NIGGA Ah I got the best flow I be the best in the bronx Coz I don't walk through the swamps Strivin through the alleys of death Recognize my destiny in life Even if it takes my last breath NIGGA I walk in places where it couldve been my last step But god got me out of it I love him and I'm proud of it Now can you feel my pain See what I see walk in my shoes an still gon' keep sane NIGGA! |
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(feat. Swizz Beatz)
[Repeated throughout] Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Swizz Beatz yes Yo Drag, I seen this girl man, she was crazy [Chorus: Swizz Beats x2] From her hair to her lips To her nails to her shoes (Come on) She bang bang boom! Got hips, got ass That'll make a nigga crash (Come on) She bang bang boom! [Verse 1: Drag-On] Know me from Split These Bars Know me from Down Bottom Now I switch my cars Got a house down bottom If you wanna come and cop them bricks you know Uptown got 'em Tell your man be easy ma, he don't want no problem I'm bout my money man, I got that country slang Look at the way she shake that thing But you plottin' on my bling But we don't play them type of games around here Keep the gray pound somewhere around here Please don't let your shorty loose around here Cause I'll take her lil' ass around there Shorty booty bangin' Tell me what you thinkin' Drag keep em bouncin' Swizz keep em singin' [Chorus: x2] [Verse 2: Drag-On] My money got long figgas Her rings on the wrong finger (Hey shorty) You done married that wrong nigga What's your sign ma? Let me guess ma, Capricorn ma? Am I Wrong ma? (uh-uh) What you sayin' who you bangin' who you slidin' wit Pack your friend who you bringin' who she ridin' wit Cause we ain't ready tryin' to stay around here My thugs around cause there's too many clowns around here (Hey shorty) We don't smoke that brown here Strictly that green here, that the black green here (yeah) Do the damn thing, sex-a-bang-bang It's all the same thing Swizz make em sing [Chorus: x2] [Verse 3: Drag-On] Mommy put ya hands up, hush ya man up Tryin' to play gorilla My clips are bananas, so don't slip I do what gangstas do, but don't get it confused My floors mostly sand so you ain't gotta bring ya shoes My crib is half house, half beach Sit yo booty on this king size and see the sea I'm a lil' freaky-o, I might lick ya toes I got more zero's on my one's than Cheerio's See your stilleto, shoes, your mac lip gloss And ain't a dime chick that Drag didn't floss Shorty booty bangin' Tell me what you thinkin' Drag keep em bouncin' Swizz keep em singin' [Repeat Chorus] |
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(feat. Styles P)
Yeah, what up? New York City, what up? This your boy, to the Dash S.P., Double R Hell and Back Styles straight out the penn [Styles P] You don't like my shit you could bite my dick I got a case, I'ma fight my shit I got a blunt, I'ma light my shit I'ma chain smoke with cocaine sellers Stick up kid took the game over Niggaz hate death, still gotta break necks I'm at the dealer coppin shit they ain't make yet You think you're nigga happy, I'm just trigger happy Phone ring a lot, niggaz throwin figgas at me I got major plans, you get in the way And your throat is the place where my banger lands You don't wanna anger me, upset me or startle me You don't want a part of me, I'm goin for the arteries And I'm a colt-45 user, G-Host to the game of death You about to die loser This is Holiday and Dash-On We burn a whole fuckin house down so I don't need a mask on [Chorus: Drag-On & Styles x2] You don't respect my flow you gon respect my gangsta Or get stabbed with this motherfuckin banger Tell 'em P You don't like my shit you could bite my dick I got a case I'ma fight my shit This for the streets [Drag-On] Nigga don't think cause you hot today you can't be in the fridge tomorrow If you a family man I'll send you back your kids in a jar You bought your soldiers, nigga I was raised with mine I got three kids, four, five, but I raise my nine I'll have yall niggaz missin your moms Then let you find her wearin long sleeves but missin her arms And ain't nothin for me to twist ya wig All I gotta do is puff some weed then listen to B.I.G Then come back and level the city I got my money up, my band is thirty, my bezzle is fifty My vest weigh fifteen, bannana hold sixty So I can run slow and hit you up swiftly Extort rappers, they break me down half of their check I keep a banger that'll break down half of your neck I done been through hell and back, jail and bail me back Drag and S.P.'ll blow off half of your chest [Chorus] [Styles P] It's like a kodak moment come capture this How I motherfuckin fracture shit, yall niggaz talkin blaphemis Motherfuckers we make classic shit, matter fact I'll mash ya shit Yall niggaz like potatoes to me And I might be high but you look good with a halo to me And I ain't got a problem wit a problem Fuck 'em cause I know he gon die with a nine in his noggin [Drag-On] Yeah, Drag back with the Ghost You know what that means, more vests and a lot more toast I'm a lot older plus a lot more violent Tip of my guns covered, it's a lot more silent My niggaz pop off off imposts Murder ya kinfolks and we ain't even fuckin start wildin So be cautious nigga or be in the coffin nigga Cause we'll bring it to the hardest or the softest nigga [Chorus] |
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(feat. Jadakiss)
[Drag talking] Yah, I'm back niggaz Ha Ha y'all don't think the kid gonna come back y'all crazy [Drag] I rock a Burberry hood, my hood is very hood My gat is solid metal, my bat is heavy wood Drag is under rated, my coke is heavy weighted Y'all wanna be a blood, well that's wut I'ma soak your face in Coughin up blood, I soften up thugs I make a nigga show me love or throw me slugs I'm in the club with groupies, and groups of threes So getting ran up on the block by a group of Dee's I've been shot three movies, my deal comin soon I'm past sellin crack I got pills comin soon And I'm not no dancer, my moms got cancer So I aint celebrating shit, until these doctors get the answer Prolly never get a Grammy never get an Oscar But I got a twelve foot fish tank with Piranhas and Oscar's I aint gonna ask who shot ya, nine times out of the ten I know who did I know your bitch, get at 'em Kiss [Chorus: x2] Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends) You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) Especially when your team wining like the Lakers [Jadakiss] Fall back respect, learn how to love a nigga You only alive, on strength of another nigga I've been nice all my F'in life A big house I only slept in twice Rhymes so dope, that it should be kept in rice The mistakes I've made, shall be corrected in my second life Nigga I be in the booth relaxed, I seduced the track And beat it up like I produced the track So another line bout a gun motherfucker And I'ma pass one to you, blast one through you You don't got adrenaline, ass run through you I run through cash, cash run through you I could do the job myself, only way I prolly ever be broke if I rob myself I don't know wuts worse a hate or a fag Double R D-Block daddy, Jada and Drag [Chorus: x2] Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends) You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) Especially when your team winin like the Lakers [Drag] I was hated by many, loved by few But respected by all, so fuck all y'all Y'all doubted my skills, I never relied on this deal I don't give a fuck what y'all feel, foreal foreal This rap shit is nothing but fake love, alotta fake hugs I rather go do a jook's , to feed my thugs Cuz I could look through a nigga, like a glass shield See he aint real, my flow is like acid pills or pcp I'm like Morgan Freeman, the way I make tracks lean on me I got a house my walls is plush, my floor is plush Drugs by the barrel, in case it all get flushed Spring is back, along with Drag I juss coped a light jacket and the longest Jag I'm who you nigga love to hate, but glad I'm back Y'all heard X is retiring, but Drag is back [Chorus: x3] Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends) You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) |
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[Intro]
Wooh! Come on, uh, come on [Chorus] Now, what we 'gon do, is party right now Get out your seats, and put your drinks down What we 'gon do, is party right now Get out your seats, and put your drinks down [Verse 1] I ain't 'gon front Drag is drunk as a mu'fucker A wifey a chick y'all just my moms love her And get the ok from grandma She told me what my grandpa use for stamina Uh! But I ain't with that sittin around shit I dicks 'em down quick then kicks 'em out bitch!!! I treat you chick like a basketball player I shoot my game she bounce with me then we lay up Now that's a foul player Your girl treat me sweeter than candy so I can get it now or later I guess I just wait I came in the club late But I'm leavin the place early with a pretty face small waist Legs thick like Church's Chicken I go up in the lastest store and purchase women Like, did y'all forget the face I'm like throw backs in the summer, I'm all over the place [Chorus] Now, what we 'gon do, is party right now Get out your seats, and put your drinks down What we 'gon do, is party right now Get out your seats, and put your drinks down [Bridge] Woman: Drag, can I drive your Benz? Drag-O: Yeah ma, now call your friends Woman: Drag, can I stay at your house? Drag-On: Why not you can sleep on my couch Woman: Drag, you still down with the R? Drag-On: Come on ma, you know who we are Woman: Drag, you got what I need, as we proceed [Verse 2] I had shorty hands up but her pants ain't on Smokin a herb from Canada her man is gone Gone? Yes that nigga better go Cause if I lift half of my shirt half of my metals show And this is just the beginnin I done had more women Then, Ralph Lauren stitches name in denim I had more chicks wet then a Titanic collision Then left 'em in the cold just like the boat did 'em So, ma, you make a decision Cause I ain't got alot of time cause this ain't prison I give you a long kiss goodnight like Samuel And keep a guard with you that shoot like Sam Cassell, come on [Chorus] [Bridge] [Chorus] |
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(feat. Baby, TQ)
[Drag-On] They stepped up Bronx City You know they gonna get dirty You rap niggas fuck around and get very early Fuckin with that firemen and that birdy birdy Nigga knock it off What you know about the ?? when top cut off Everybody wanna talk about they got guns But them niggas don't pop it off We been shootin, fightin, robbin Niggas have been stabbin We them paralized niggas And left them handicappin Yo want some Cash Money It's gon be a Ruff Ryde We see that star muffin ?? tears on baby's eyes So when you see us comin Nigga get the runnin We treat the hood like the woods We do some nigga huntin Cause ya niggas ain't black or something I let em fly, I dare to God Took ya niggas ?? Hop on the jet on to Red Island Don't forget this is the Dirty Dirty Drag-On and not Birdy Birdy They niggas ?? pussy ?? I burn a whole in your throwback jersey You don't fuck when I shot it Everybody tryna divide us Keep them fake niggas from around us Muthafuckin nigga! [TQ] I'm a ryder I live life high I'm guaranteed to turn heads When I ride by I'm a ryder I'm so fly My dogs ride by Them hatas wanna cry I'm a ryder I'm bout mine I hustle to the sun come up And don't mind I'm a ryder Smoke the good dro Carry the 4 4's ?? my door I'm a ryder [Baby] I say this pimpin is natural Cadillac is fabulous Boy, I never ride natural Boy, I never ride ?? ?Keith? say gangsta Lexus with the new tankers It's me and Drag Hit lick for a 100 stacks New whips, they all new Cadillaccers Fish, french fries Brand new Benz with them wires getting ?tied? No ends I hustle till I reach the sky With no friends I learned that in '99 Walk, talk, and I talk like I walk Out of line meet that white ?shark? Biatch! Fully equiped It's the Birdman nigga Tryna hustle on some big chips Bricks, stash Birdman nigga tryna come up on alotta cash Biatch! [TQ] I'm a ryder I live life high I'm guaranteed to turn heads When I ride by I'm a ryder I'm so fly My dogs ride by Them hatas wanna cry I'm a ryder I'm bout mine I hustle to the sun come up And don't mind I'm a ryder Smoke the good dro Carry the 4 4's ?? my door I'm a ryder [Drag-On] What ya niggas just say To every word I say Niggas left me flipted But I came back anyway I've been gone for 3 years But I'm gon always be here I don't need ya niggas I'ma treat ya niggas Fuck ya with ya niggas Don't hear me And ya niggas don't feel me Niggas let me know Cause motherfucker like when I blow I don't want ya niggas near me I can spit flows faster faster then slow the shit down ?? on ya'll but nothing like whoa Who's the shit now See the difference between me and ya'll Is that my album's hot and your album's not I done been gettin movie deals I done been gettin paid like Vinzel I done been by ?? And five double o's And 1 2's spinning like a windmill Do your body ?? Uh uh, ?? sell 10 mills Lil rich son of a bastard Is ?? get killed When I'm sitting on a house on the hills Stuck with this god damn e pills Me and Baby, that's my nigga and TQ, I see ya And I'm Drag to the ?Dash on? Nigga I'ma always be a [TQ] I'm a ryder I live life high I'm guaranteed to turn heads When I ride by I'm a ryder I'm so fly My dogs ride by Them hatas wanna cry I'm a ryder I'm bout mine I hustle to the sun come up And don't mind I'm a ryder Smoke the good dro Carry the 4 4's ?? my door I'm a ryder I'm a ryder I'm a ryder I'm a ryder I'm a ryder |
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(feat. DMX)
[Intro - Drag-On (DMX)] Flame on Dog Nigga (What!) Flame on (Uh) Dog (Uh Uh) Flame on (What!) Dog nigga (Uh Uh) Flame on [Verse 1: Drag-On] Awe shit drag done hit the big screen With a gangsta lean still role with the squad My convertible top is hard yours is rag I bought X X7 he bought me a Jag With a H speed stick with 220 on the dash We don't know the meaning of leasing we drop cash Ya bodega rappers we put style together I bought a Swede bubble goose and X reptile leather When we step up in the club its like awe shit there the brothers Buy the whole bar and spit it on each other Like he teach I learn He bite I burn We each take our turn to murder ya (Uh) Hold the rubber grip firm Let the peoples heads turn and count the money that we earn and burn it all (Uh) Cause we gon get it this year make them sit in they chair Having thinking like damn what you got there? [Hook: DMX (Drag-On)] Let's get crazy (All my ladies over there) Lets get crazy (All my dogs right there) Let's get crazy (All my gangstas in the club) Let's get crazy (Everybody simmer down) Let's get crazy (All my ladies over there) Lets get crazy (All my dogs right there) Let's get crazy (All my gangstas in the club) Lets get crazy (Everybody everybody come on come on) [Verse 2: DMX] Dog nigga X gon spit it Cats is in trouble ya gon get it What you should do is peep how I stay with it Kinda sorta play with it like everyday with it Make a nigga lay with it that's how I get down Cop money over there hit the club skip town I haven't got time for the Bs ya say the Bs ya gon see X Ya niggaz see X man its on Don't give a fuck about right or wrong Aight wait let me just simmer down now Money cross the line aight put him down now THINGS look at you running your mouth ITS THINGS that got niggaz running in your house SAME THINGS that got me doin what I do ITS THINGS that got me bustin at you (YA BITCH) [Hook] [Verse 3: Drag-On] Kick rocks bitch, come up out of them clothes We only fuckin with bitches that's 21 years and grown Quick check the ID's on these hoes Especially that one there that keeps digging up her nose Ice is blinging, ears is ringing Niggaz is scheming, bitches is fiending Panties is creaming X is up in there And the clubs is screaming like DRAG'S IN THERE [Hook] |
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(feat. Eve, Melissa Jiminez)
[Melissa Jiminez] Boy you had me going all out for you Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do My heart's so weak But I think it's best for us to be apart And situations getting out of hand Wish I could understand And let you back into my heart It's best for us to be apart [Drag-On] I'm just a Bronx gangsta I made a mistake I admit I fucked the plan up I spotted you in Atlanta, I ain't gonna fuck that man up I ain't gonna run up in his spot with a bunch of country grammars Plus, ma I admit it, I fucked up I ain't realize what I had until he looked up I'm just a Bronx thug so I give off tough love, but Ma, you gotta respect this I wasn't raised with affection, I was raised in with weapons, what Give me a second chance Let's start this music over, let's get this second dance Let's escape from so but I don't wanna control you I just wanna just hold you fuck somewhere with hand in hand I'm tired of being on the blocks and put pumping hand in hand I'm going from girl to girl and you going from man to man Let's get on a flight and lay somewhere Where I can put sand in your hair Sitting under chandeliers like yeah Your man is here [Melissa Jiminez] Boy you had me going all out for you Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do My heart's so weak But I think it's best for us to be apart And situations getting out of hand Wish I could understand And let you back into my heart It's best for us to be apart [Eve] Yeah it was crazy, how I used to be a baby Went from your shorty to your lady Making plans for a long life, huh Reminiscing on them long nights, ha Giggle when I think back, yo You remember how we used to act, uh The best of friends had each other's back If you was riding so was I where the fuck they at We started growing, shit started changing But we was with it for a minute, we just being patient, ha You wanted space so I let you go But we still fucked around and let nobody know We tried to get it back it just wasn't working The more I stuck by the more it kept hurting Had to face it, we just different now You living you, I'm living me, that's how the shit go down Damn, my love I miss you now [Melissa Jiminez] Boy you had me going all out for you Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do My heart's so weak But I think it's best for us to be apart And situations getting out of hand Wish I could understand And let you back into my heart It's best for us to be apart [Drag-On] Ok ma, I'm fucking up I ain't trying to put you in touch but You say you think my style is stucking it up what And ya only smoke blunts for me Good company, you gave the pussy wait save some for me Freaky sex with a whip like slavery I whip creamed ya then licked cleaned ya And when we get in the streets you hold my nine Seem seema! And you got the keys to my Beamer Light skinned round eyes mixed your some blonde hair Treat me like a chair, sit your behind here Even lovers when we SIP together Then SPIT together Matter fact let's GET together, yeah [Melissa Jiminez] Boy you had me going all out for you Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do My heart's so weak But I think it's best for us to be apart And situations getting out of hand Wish I could understand And let you back into my heart It's best for us to be apart Boy you had me going all out for you Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do My heart's so weak But I think it's best for us to be apart And situations getting out of hand Wish I could understand And let you back into my heart It's best for us to be apart |
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[Drag-On:]
Uhh, man it's been like three years I can't wait no more I can't smoke no more but I can taste the raw Like OHH-WEE, I get steel for the love of my booms And girls be like (Drag, where you been so long?) I'm like OOH, WEE, I'm still here baby I just finished three albums, e'ything's all gravy I'm still leanin on niggaz, actin like it can't happen I put my gun in your mouth, turn your teeth platinum Ain't no more one-on-ones, nigga it's guns-on-guns, knives-on-knives You murder my mans, we murder your wives OOH, WEE, come yell at your boy But if I catch her feelin me, would you bell at your boy? I got a new drink, it's called 'Gang Related' Alize is red, Hypnotiq is blue Put a little Henny in it to bring out the THUG in you But don't hate on your boy Drag, Drag got love for you, c'mon [Chorus: Drag-On] OHH, WEE, holla at your boy Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy All my ladies, come holla at your boy All my thug niggaz come holla at your boy I said OOH, WEE, holla at your boy Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy All my ladies, come holla at your boy All my thug niggaz come holla at your boy [Drag-On:] I said OOH, WEE, shorty you (Who me?) Yeah, and the rest of your crew Come holla at your boy, I'm still here baby, I'm still in the grind I'm happy that I'm still on your mind Let me treat you real good and take you up out the hood Show you a new lifestyle, then pull out the Lifestyles Oh yeah I'm a movie star now, I done kickboxed with Wesley And got into a fight with Jet Li Now you tell me what's really good - what's really poppin I go in any project and see what's really hood Like what's crackin homie? I'm hotter than the block with cracks on me That's on my man, caught my ratchet for me OHH, WEE, come holla at your boy Come to the bar, pop a bottle with your boy I reigned/rained in it, don't make me shower on you boys And I know your head nigga, so I got power over you boy so [Chorus] [Drag-On:] Where my shorties at? Where my thugs at? C'mon, holla at your boy, where the love at? Bitches lookin like they wanna put it on my ass I'm in this club e'ry week ma, just put it on my tab It ain't nothin, I got a tab bigger than that fat nigga on "Cheers" C'mon ma, sit in this chair (c'mon) Chicks showin me they tongue rings, they belly buttons Lookin 16 like R. Kelly ain't nuttin I don't play those games, make sure she show her ID Before she come, hot steppin in this V.I.P. - you hear me? She old enough, tell her holla at her boy Cause I ain't got no time for cops holla'in at your boy I said [Chorus] [Drag-On:] I said OOH, WEE, holla at your boy Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy All my ladies, come holla at your boy All my thug niggaz come holla at your boy I said OOH, WEE |
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[Drag-on]
thats my first child my first born man, I did this I created this, aint no time for being a savage I gotta push a carrage, but some rapped in soft fabric this is deeper than marrage, chip off your old block, your chip off your old pop's, but you to young to hear my storys bout how I sold rock, but just yesterday I cut your umbilical chords, doctor said you had several purports I guess you shook it off, bless my god my first child my first born, I feel so rebirth like this my first song, I held you helpless, I couldnt help it, how could a nigga abandon his child? I could never be selfish, sometimes I feed him too much, throw up on his bib, I just gave birth to another one of God's kids, he cant see me yet his eyes closed, I love his baby smell, his baby size clothes, his eyes open, my eyes froze, [Chorus] My first child With open arms I spread my wings to give you life My first child I never let you go, right without you here with me I never be the same [Drag-on] I watched you get a little older, getin up out your stroller, carried you over my sholders, you my little soldier, and I love you some more, its never the same, first time you walk you fell on the floor, circus score, first words now whats my name? "DADA" and you almost look the same as "DADA" I could never be mad dat, infact im glad dat, you know your Dad Dad and where your Daddy at, coz when I was your age son I hever had that, imma be there for my little nigga, you just a little nigga, old enough to get potty trained no more dypers changed, I named him El Corn so he could have a righteous name, and know who Allah be, and eat Halal Salami, and know how to salam me, Waalikumasalam, now who my babysitter I take him straight to my mom's, love it when I pick him up he comes straight to my arms, [Chorus] [Drag-on] the first day of school I tought him respect so he had a little manners, so he pledge allegiance before he sung the star spangled banner walk with a bop, just like his pop's, he wore his cap to the back coz he seen his Dad do that, musta had his ear to the door coz he heard his mom's moan, coz the first day he got the keys to the crib he brung a chick home, ok time for the talk, you know what these is for? life support and I placed about 4 in your draw, so what ever you do boy, jus dont go wrong, whenever you need some more just come knock on your pop's door, coz you know I got em, I raised him, I dressed him, he dress himself now Allah blessed him he study Allah lessons, and I pray that the streets dont arrest him, his friends are pass him a spike lee joint, but i'll pass him the message, sometimes I think like did I do right or did I do wrong? coz I made her have an abortion, now I wish that he was born, because he would have been my first child, my first born, [Chorus] |
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[Intro: Drag-On]
Hey, yeah, uh It's a party over there, nah It's a party over here, yeah Fuck that bullshit... [Drag-On:] I ain't no Peter Piper, but I'll pay Peter to pipe ya Cause they got me by the balls; and I can't risk it all Up in the Jamaican spot, biscuit out and friskin all Rudebwoy don't make me bloodclaat lick off Me not the one you wan' take off, see and Don't be brave, show me the safe and you'll be safe, see and Cooperative... shit smart man Blaow blaow! Shoulda been like that from the start man Custom made truck, pop the trunk it's all wires 23-inch, all rims, no tires Gritty motherfucker, Feds can't touch us Got 'em all conceited, the way we leave 'em stuck up Nigga, I +R&B+ niggaz like Usher That stand for 'Rob & Bang' niggaz once the R rush ya My heart ain't pumpin, no pressure The way we run up on you niggaz like your parents, and undress ya [Chorus: x2] It don't matter what I go through Double-R's my, life And when shit just, ain't, lookin good I'm a make it be, all right [Drag-On:] I'm only out for the cream, y'all wanna know the scheme? (yup) Here's a tip, the tip of my gun head holds a beam Roll with the team, with the spinnin rims so it seems Like I'm movin slow when I speed Stomach's so empty my chest starvin Y'all could be the great Batman but I stick niggaz up so I be the best +Robin+ I don't respect the D's, make 'em call they sergeant They call me Margarine; slide out the gutter, like butter I see your stones glistenin, that don't mean nothin to me I be at your home visitin and you ain't gon' like my company Standin on your doormat and I'm not +Welcome+ I buy bullets but I don't sell 'em, I just make sure niggaz felt 'em Certain niggaz gotta feel 'em (yeah) at least I don't steal Long as he come up out his shit, at least I won't peel May be bad but life ain't all good Long as niggaz got that thing out and e'ything's understood It's all hood [Chorus] [Drag-On:] I do my robberies like a book of matches, I light shit Might strike twice in one night, 'til my fire is lit If I don't got a gun I'm wirin shit - fuck it I don't look at ice admirin and shit, I'm thinkin how to make you up it And is it worth it? Shit, my pockets is hurtin And the only way I can sooth the pain is duke chain I ask myself, is that platinum? Shit, the way I feel right now I'll take gold if I have to I don't give a fuck about this party so don't make me do it Don't make me make this DJ lower this goddamn music Everybody runnin to they car cause you slumped over the bar Look at everybody, havin a good time, don't make me go that far I got a nigga on each corner with a good reach on ya And I don't got the heat on me, so one move and they gon' leap on ya My clique keep the fumes strong like ammonia Cause we go hard, Double-R's the squad, the street owners [Chorus] |
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(This is real life shit ya see)
(Verse 1) All I do is speak the truth so don't judge me by my lies I weigh about a buck 40 don't judge me by my size Our glocks is like Micheal J. Fox its family tie Cuz it'll make a family cry, why A lot of questions just ain't answered problems ain't resolved Like if Drag really a gang member, or just involved Y'all can be the boss of the bosses I'll be the cause of the causes I rob from the rich and give to the less fortunate well I buy thousand whips and in your raps I floss this shit I buy thousand kicks and give to the young orphanage When I was young I was a soft kid 'till I snapp and they couln't get me off a kid cuz he sold my mom's crack In fact, I caught a case beyond that I couldn't face my moms crack addiction cuz I was way beyond that but I face facts I got busted over the left side of my face my face back But I had to fix that (Chorus X2) Life Is short, time flies It ain't our fault, blames aside It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes It's just the way we live or die (Verse 2) My blood I had to taste that my wound I had to heal that In order to feel that a real life shit and still rap cuz, My rhymes still here so I done fried a few punks My mom still here but she'll die in a few months thats real life cancer and doctors ain't got the answer I hope yall fellin this cuz I ain't supposed to be tellin y'all this shit like I ain't supposed to be sellin yall this shit but this is real life like I ain't supposed to be cryin over this shit but I still mind shit just don't feel right but im gonna hold on till the hole in my 44 long im gonna hit the gym and get my swole on Sometimes my head gone and I dont give my pops props cuz he was dead wrong Pops was up You know what, I don't give a fuck the only thing im happy that you did was bust me out your nuts (Chorus X2) (Verse 3) But nigga this is real life it makes me clutch my glock real tight It makes me wanna fight but I get it off when I write so these last few months my moms could live right, in new clothes they said she might lose her sight fuck it she saw me blow I reminisce sometimes I pull out old 40 year olds it gets me stressed so I could smoke up like 40 of those sometimes I feel like walkin with a mean bout bustin till I see cops snowin till I see slot throw on a pair of flip flops take steps to the roof of the ledge till my feet stop but I need not, I got a life ahead of me I got a wife in back of me, at least I gotta see my seed drop probation got me on a detox, so when I die, bury me next to the weed crops so when im in heaven I can give weed to Pac and smoke trees with Big tell Alliyah we miss ya and Pun we have fun wit ya |
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(feat. Eve, Melissa Jiminez)
[Melissa Jiminez] Boy you had me going all out for you Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do My heart's so weak But I think it's best for us to be apart And situations getting out of hand Wish I could understand And let you back into my heart It's best for us to be apart [Drag-On] I'm just a Bronx gangsta I made a mistake I admit I fucked the plan up I spotted you in Atlanta, I ain't gonna fuck that man up I ain't gonna run up in his spot with a bunch of country grammars Plus, ma I admit it, I fucked up I ain't realize what I had until he looked up I'm just a Bronx thug so I give off tough love, but Ma, you gotta respect this I wasn't raised with affection, I was raised in with weapons, what Give me a second chance Let's start this music over, let's get this second dance Let's escape from so but I don't wanna control you I just wanna just hold you fuck somewhere with hand in hand I'm tired of being on the blocks and put pumping hand in hand I'm going from girl to girl and you going from man to man Let's get on a flight and lay somewhere Where I can put sand in your hair Sitting under chandeliers like yeah Your man is here [Melissa Jiminez] Boy you had me going all out for you Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do My heart's so weak But I think it's best for us to be apart And situations getting out of hand Wish I could understand And let you back into my heart It's best for us to be apart [Eve] Yeah it was crazy, how I used to be a baby Went from your shorty to your lady Making plans for a long life, huh Reminiscing on them long nights, ha Giggle when I think back, yo You remember how we used to act, uh The best of friends had each other's back If you was riding so was I where the fuck they at We started growing, shit started changing But we was with it for a minute, we just being patient, ha You wanted space so I let you go But we still fucked around and let nobody know We tried to get it back it just wasn't working The more I stuck by the more it kept hurting Had to face it, we just different now You living you, I'm living me, that's how the shit go down Damn, my love I miss you now [Melissa Jiminez] Boy you had me going all out for you Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do My heart's so weak But I think it's best for us to be apart And situations getting out of hand Wish I could understand And let you back into my heart It's best for us to be apart [Drag-On] Ok ma, I'm fucking up I ain't trying to put you in touch but You say you think my style is stucking it up what And ya only smoke blunts for me Good company, you gave the pussy wait save some for me Freaky sex with a whip like slavery I whip creamed ya then licked cleaned ya And when we get in the streets you hold my nine Seem seema! And you got the keys to my Beamer Light skinned round eyes mixed your some blonde hair Treat me like a chair, sit your behind here Even lovers when we SIP together Then SPIT together Matter fact let's GET together, yeah [Melissa Jiminez] Boy you had me going all out for you Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do My heart's so weak But I think it's best for us to be apart And situations getting out of hand Wish I could understand And let you back into my heart It's best for us to be apart Boy you had me going all out for you Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do My heart's so weak But I think it's best for us to be apart And situations getting out of hand Wish I could understand And let you back into my heart It's best for us to be apart |
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