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[Verse 1]
Yo this nigga Drag-On burn niggas, flame niggas, potch niggas Sautee niggas, skin scorch niggas You could be any complexion, black, caucasian We spit razors in kiloid faces Like ear to ear, eye to eye, lights out Cross the throat, couldn't say you gave her mouth to mouth Better keep your teeth togehther cuz when we put our heat togehther We tie em up with they vest and hit em up all in they chest We stack ones, trick on bitches, fuckin bitches Leavin bitches, don't have no problem buckin bitches I kill a chick steal from my crib Right in front of her child, with no feel for the kid Gon kill that bitch Not now, but right now, go 'head nigga, do it! Blau! All up in her nightgown Feed the crib, Fed description, kid wit no meat on his rib But keep the heat by it, so when y'all creep keep quiet [HOOK: Jadakiss] You can stand the fuck up if you fire your gun nigga But sit the fuck down you aint firin one nigga Yeah we set fire in cribs, and fire in whips Y'all niggas use the fire when you cookin your bricks Other niggas use the fire when they lightin they spliff I want my tires on fire when I'm pushin a whip I put my block on fire with the product I sell It's the Opposite of H2O, hotter than hell [Verse 2] While y'all niggas pop the Mo', I inhale smoke out the optimo Choke, hydro til it's time to go Cheeba my smoke, I plays ping pong If y'all hooked on phonics, that mean here's ten buy your own chronic We buy cars, 4, dot after it, get gas in it Go fasten it, then crash in it Me and Jadakiss, truck kiddin with the chip Burnin up and make em..., sorry officers I only got my permit To the fake cats, who shank niggas, break bats Stay 'woke, cuz make hats, take naps Put him to sleep faster than a needle I come with four niggas stuffed in the beetle With some bats and beat you You a bad bitch I had to meet you, had to pop it Bounce, before I fuck broads I unlock it And back to the block to check the spot quick We snatch niggas reups and hit em for they bodies Tell em keep the profits [HOOK] [Verse 3] Yo, first it's Drag, dash, On Then it's the cash, fuck it all I've been in cabs Not alone, but with the mask, with the heat Drop me on 42nd street, quickly With the crackers, tell em pack it, out they pockets Hurry up, all this walkin around I'm gonna stop it This gun I'm gonna pop it Cuz at this time 12 pm my gun is all you might be seein If you sight seein You might be in, a hearse, then casket, then church Then you aten(eaten) by the maggots Fuck you hatin bastards It's over for y'all niggas once Drag take his mask then Y'all know it's straight platinum Earth, wind, water, the 4th yo, is the Opposite of H2O That's one of the elements I use to melt the mic Ryde or Die, well we gon Ruff Ryde and keep the family tight [HOOK] |
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(Swizz Beatz)
Double R Right Now We ain't playin' wit y'all We ain't playin' wit y'all Stop playin' Drag (Verse 1)-Drag-On A-yo I spit these bars to make ya head shake Fuck bitches 'til the bed break Let's see how much lead you can take Never let a nigga pay for what I give away We can all share Clip to my waist it's all spare So run dammit, run When I bust my gun I miss none Put y'all in critical condition I'm the talk of the town when it comes to fuckin' bitches Or layin' niggas down Drag bust the most rounds While y'all niggas dibble and dabble The shit I pull up wit It'll feel like it grabs you We ain't fuckin' I had you Shit I know Drag'll be glad to If I had to Soon as she in the bathroom I'm in her ass too Gotta six shot shooter That'll pop thru ya Glock ruger In case I call my block movers State troopers on my ass Shit let me see them touch 160 on the dash My Z look pretty when it's fast I bet 50 I'ma juice the city before I pass And if you wanna catch fire better step on the gas The opposite of H2O Wanna be a hero When the fires on Y'all won't even see ya moms Even if she was screamin' at the top of her lungs Niggas either burn to the bone or leave the shit alone In case of a fire never take the elevator Walk 2 flights hold ya breath and take the steps (Uhh) (Hook)-Swizz Beats Do my ladies run this uhh-huh Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh Do my ballers run this uhh-huh Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh Do my mamis run this uhh-huh Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh Do my dogs run this uhh-huh Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh (Verse 2)-Drag-On A-yo I only fuck bitches that's flexible Ankle touch neck sex incredible When Drag about to spark cats Ain't no bargin wit that When my gun spit it say "Where The Target At?" Cuz I'm fire so I speaks wit heat So let me walk that walk Cuz like a teacher I'ma talk wit chalk That'll outline y'all like a fresh pair of Nikes Stay wit those Even if I'm bare toed you see the stripe I leave blood stains on sponges Cum stains on comforters I leave rooms foggy 'Til where y'all can't find me Keep a bad mami Twisting up the green scent Like tangerine face out of a magazine Like ebony On the block I pump the ivory Never pay for show I only fuck wit those that never ate before That means no food, no cars and just skip bail The only thing on they plate is no more than fish scale The blow you only know about is the air outside I have nightmares before I sleep I pray y'all fry For a pie I lay out guys Cuz what I keeps layin' on my dresser Keeps layin' niggas on top of stretchers Lightweight but I give off pressure in all measures Never chase treasures Flame niggas for pleasure Red/Gold vest Bullets go thru tef Got better double R 2 letter (Nigga) (Hook) 2x's Do my ladies run this uhh-huh Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh Do my ballers run this uhh-huh Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh Do my mamis run this uhh-huh Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh Do my dogs run this uhh-huh Yes they do run this mutha-uhh-huh |
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Uhh, yeah, uhh
Drag-On, E-V-E Bronx style Q, uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh Yeah, what, yeah, yo , yo [Drag-On] I'ma pop them guns, hit them niggas up Switch that buggy Drag, get that bigger truck Watch Drag split a nigga like he split his dutch And if y'all love him much let me see y'all dig him up Cop that Benz then dip them rims Wait till money leave then tell her hop right in See the buggy no tense see something Beats thumping pump stuff in the trunk and If worse come to worse I'm gone and for good So first things first get my moms out the hood Front when you see the face, and you see me everyday That's okay Drag brought too many bullets anyway Look y'all the Sunday, that means its football While when I picked the gunplay, y'all niggas picked the runnin play All you do is run in late, double R last long E to the V E with the Drag to the dash On CHORUS 2X: P Killer Trackz Here we go, doin our thing again Climbin them charts again Stoppin your flow... (y'all niggas isn't makin no money) [Eve] Yo shorty flip this game, bitches aint the same Surface ride or die, now you never hear they name Cuz E-V-E got it locked down tight Bitches ball, watch em fall, made it mine for life Killin it with Drag-On I mean dash On Y'all niggas complain while we get this cash on Get our blast on and mash on anyone tryin Too late luck turned bad you left dyin And I got no fear, fuck it don't care Know my niggas then you know that we gon blast in the air Weak shots, not, change you for block Stop game no pain down from the dock Take out who, invincible crew Got niggas that don't even hang with us with tattoos Most influential, nigga please who sent you Smells like enemy, take you out it's essential CHORUS 2X [Drag-On] Yo, yo, I got bullets to give to ya And a fast way to send em to ya You might not be able to live with that or give it back Hold it for now, ayo Eve I'm holdin you down Cuz they know our pockets is swollen now, it's over for the clowns [Eve] Ayo crazy if they think we, lazy got the bankin Us all stop that, maybe leave em stankin Bitch of the litter and, how you gon rid of her Never shy, speak to the public after we hit em up [Drag-On] Drag'll come through your town, sunroof down Guns is packed with rounds, Drag aint stupid now I'm smart, but y'all can get the dumb dumbs in a lump sum Cuz you know they all come when run come [Eve] Ayo ride shotgun crowds scream how come Cops lay chest plate blown outcome How you gon try snatch our fame without none Muzzled mouth lights knocked out we 'bout done CHORUS 4X |
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[Drag-On]
We the niggas that y'all niggas wish y'all can blaze that We put niggas where they can't get their days back So gone brush your hair nigga, we knock off wave caps And have niggas like pat can't say jack When the last time you seen one of us run? Without bussin our guns Getting the job done Cause we the niggas they send, When you over spend Like if your money ain't right we take your chil-dren I tell you what, I ain't gonna take side deals, for real If you bail I promise I won't know when they kill They keep him out of sight Love wouldn't hit him right Couldn't snipe plus his kid was on him too tight But for his family that's an extra 10 thou Give me another night out And they'll be all wiped out This is for the cause Every man is his own walls No remorse Money missing that's his own loss Come On [Chorus] Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and if the money is right) Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and the time is right) Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and if the place is right, we gonna get it) Snipe out, snipe out Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and if the money is right) Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and the time is right) Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and if the place is right, we gonna get it) Snipe out, snipe out [Drag-On] I told niggas have that cash right Won't have to worry about Drag at night But its niggas like you that make me creep through light There he go right there I think I got these shots for him He couldn't hear shit but these dots on his head Caught him while he's snoring right next to his hoe I guess he gonna breathe better with them extra holes Imma sick nigga I stayed till the bitch woke up For free I just wanted to hear the hoe scream That's my pleasure Ding dong (Door Bell) Who that? Room service Ran to the peep hole A lil nervous Then I broke down 20 yards 32 Then he looked at the box and I told him those are 2's I ain't wanna pop this nigga so I played it cool Lift them up and down showie rum just a fool Cause he could of brung the police to get me Or even worse, somebody sent him to hit me [Chorus] Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and if the money is right) Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and the time is right) Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and if the place is right, we gonna get it) Snipe out, snipe out Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and if the money is right) Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and the time is right) Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and if the place is right, we gonna get it) Snipe out, snipe out [Drag-On] And this nigga they want me to kill Is worth ninety bill So I raised the stakes, this job cost a mill This ain't gonna be no quick shit Cause they want the chip So I dip quick stop Pull out the lab top Tapped in the Window's software You know one of biz Then I put a few of my codes in front of his Tell em to load the stuff now System shut down Snipe a few guards, dead before they hit the ground Soon as I got to the door to pop the lock up My vest got popped up I dropped then got up One of the guards that's I hit up I picked up Put his face to the camera for a picture Soon as they brunged him in I put another slug to him That put the blood on him Took the chip Blugged him Yo my vest was full of bullets to I tore it off Never thought somebody was behind me saw him off [Chorus] Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and if the money is right) Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and the time is right) Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and if the place is right, we gonna get it) Snipe out, snipe out Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and if the money is right) Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and the time is right) Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out (and if the place is right, we gonna get it) Snipe out, snipe out |
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[DMX]
Def myself man, fuck that Chorus: [DMX] Drag-On, niggas act on Messin with the team, its gon be a sad song X will bring the day and the night Cuz we get it right, hit it right, get it right, spit it right [DMX] Moves is made, niggas is paid, that's just how it is When my time is up I'ma be out but I'ma try to live I'm eatin day by day, aint nothin sweet about it Act like you don't know what I'm sayin then you read about it Built for war like a armadillo Smother yo' ass with too good a pilllow Hear my shit is brillo Manic depressive and my head hurts Since theres a dead thirst I'll wet first Now wait a minute it gets worse I can't control what I own inside So I take it out on the soul of that kid that died Spit fire, cross niggas like barbecues Mobbin crews, strippin niggas, robbin crews And put him speechless, when I made him eat this Hollow tip and you can follow grip You be like Kim and aint gon swallow shit Don't know the half, couldn't know the math To understand the wrath of a man split in half But he got what he wanted, shot for three hundred Shit is tight and a nigga that's right gots to run it Aint no question, that's how I get down Niggas know gimme yo' dough and yo' hoe, and here take these fo' Hot things I got things that make niggas spin Put niggas in the wind, where you never see niggas again Bless a nigga with fifties the thin types And a straight blast that'll put pinstripes across your windpipe CHORUS 2X [Drag-On] Drag opposite water more than a spot order My flows cause fire then bring holes Takes more than a pump to out this little punk 'less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped, still I burn to hell Call the police and whatever they don't seize And put in they mouth, and catch freeze, tell em throw Drag some keys Don't care how many oyeas I gotta make believe If you nervous, you don't deserve it poppi please Cats stealin gats y'all probably will get hit Well I'm the future let's see y'all copy this, stopping this Since a tiny kid like, "mommy buy me this" Since she always told me no, started stealin on some grimy shit Like look at that, now look at that slide it in my bookbag I'm who, parents point they fingers at, "get from that hoodrat" And put it back, fuck tough, while y'all cook crack I'm cocaine, throw me in the pot, I rise to the top With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more pegs Stil put them holes in yo' head, til it's mushy like dough bread Cuz that vest only protects that chest And if I decide to get ice, don't get to fascinated Or it's my bullet, your brain, mashed potatoes Double R got me comin hard on you haters Cuz we the streets black and y'all belong beneath that CHORUS 2X |
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Uhh, my ladies, my ladies, uhh
HOOK: Who made me burn all of my numbers to bitches, you do Who made me turn in early leavin' my niggas, you do Who do all the cooking at night in the kitchen, you do Whoever say pussy don't talk to me, who do I love these hoes, yeah I love these hoes They make me do the things that I want to You know let's go [Verse 1] I need a chick that when the drain clog, call me for plumbin Call my name when she cummin, feel my tip, touch tummies Split dutch, dump twenties Pat my back when I choke Don't ask for no totes til I say "Oh you smoke?" I need a chick that gon drag for Drag I mean she aint gotta be smart in math And see my stacks down the ave I went from jumpin cabs, to rottin with my niggas And hooprags, to the Jags, no top, all glass And y'all chicks with long hair, take a seat right here So I can blow this wind through it and let my niggas see It's all here Pay for no hotels, I'm nuttin in the same chair Front or the rear or while I'm clutchin the gears I leave a chick sprung, I stop fuckin wit her She act like it aint nuttin to her it aint nuttin to me Long as I don't leave a nut in her Used to be rebellin til she heard on Hot 97 Point uno but I still fuck wit you... HOOK [Verse 2] I spent alotta money on this mattress So I can't stand a chick that give me wack sex I just tell em they better go home and practice Cuz if you frontin well you one hell of an actress Tackle it, c'mon jump on it, throw your back in it Let me know it's deep enough for me to stash cracks in it And be realer she can beep when she come near me Keep the gun by me, don't let bullshit run by me And to my mamis, I speaks "Ven aqui" they come runnin like Right now I don't care if they in they car they runnin lights Intellectual type, more freaky than a hundred dikes Armin her dogs but she got me like I don't wanna bite I don't feel like goin to the studio I don't wanna write Don't wanna fight, don't wanna fuck nobody else wife No frontin boo for real all I really want is you But you make me do things that I don't wanna do HOOK [Verse 3] Look at shorty with them things on, makin me feel like King Kong That's why I keep a monkey on my arm when I'm playin Donkey Kong Petiteness, I love Victoria, but aint no secret It don't take a man that's strong to move over them thongs Better yet, I'll even put it on, let me take care of this When I'm eatin chick, I eatin like wear this I love chicks with they braids pushed back That look like four racetracks, now chase that Cuz everybody wantin mine, taste of her tongue's like Duncan Hines Can't stand another brother humpin mine only we can bump and grind I don't care who was there before I laid there For now I play here, and if she want me too I shave there I'ma be around until there's gray hair, okay dear And I'ma get you these books from Barnes and Noble's wait here Then we can split shares Computers and street smarts, mine sharp as a dart While I'm climbin up the charts HOOK 1.5X |
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[Styles Paniro]
Yo, yo I could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signs Young niggas think they hungry then you feed em a nine Might kidnap they ass start feedin em swine So I don't feel bad when I gut em like a pig Beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big You hear the attitude I say fuck being humble You act like a animal you stuck in the jungle Niggas don't care if I'm poor or rich So I don't care about these niggas and the law and shit And I'll probably get shot for being a wild nigga You'll probably get shot for being a foul nigga Let's talk about slugs and the drugs we deal Boys fight, men kill, get they money and chill Real recognize real I aint sayin a word Doin 80 in the M that means I'm stayin in third With a bitch playin shottie AK in the third [Sheek Louch] Don't worry bout what I make worry 'bout can you escape Cuz when I bust my guns bring more action than roll take Nickel your hallway, I got aim from far Y'all can't see me like the tints on the president's car I know niggas don't like me and my friends wanna flip That's why I'm on some extra all about Sheek shit Your money, Sheek shit, your bitch, Sheek shit Only thing I'm gonna share is these bullets here Bitch ass that's for frontin now don't say I never gave you nothin I'm greedy, go head, don't say I never saved you somethin Pack gun nigga but don't want no stack I drink straight liquor til I forget where I'm at I don't play no games nigga, drugs my 'cupation In a building hustlin that's Sheek's play station Motherfuckers wanna ride by and ice grill Change that to ice dick, show me motherfucker that you can kill HOOK: Styles Paniro 17 shots in a clip, 28 grams in an ounce Everybody bounce, 26 inch hues on a truck 36 O's in a key, everybody ree Murder One felons with the glocks, 24 hours on the block Bodies gettin dropped, 5000 niggas actin live 5000 niggas gotta die, everybody better ride [Jadakiss] Y'all niggas better find out who's your man It don't work in the hood you could fool your fans Few bullets in your jeans soon to ruin your plans Then I show up at the wake and boo-hoo at your fam If you like me you never'll fail Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead or in jail And I aint really got much but I'm up on cats And Kiss don't just spit I throw up on tracks Double R now bitch you see the princess cut I'm in a 2000 big boy the tense is up Y'all niggas is soft, catch me with the semi Underneath the Fendi, sweater, skully, and scarf Make sure you don't say nothing to Jay And keep your dirt, I don't smoke nothin but hays I'ma do this the old way get it while I can get it As much as I can get then I'ma go my own way [Drag-On] Ayo I keep my guns like laundry I dump a load, make niggas fold, watch em die, and let em drip dry Gon spill pints from niggas, my rapid fire put niggas in black attire Stuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirt I live eternal, cuz if Drag pass away I'ma come back with wraps on my face, blastin an eighth February 8th, that's the day You better cop like it's crack, or get masking taped til you suffocate Bitches, y'all gettin your feelings hurt 2000 I aint fuckin no more, I'm makin bitches jerk til I squirt All my bitches work, like upside down from the poles Lift that skirt, give this dick what it's worth Double R, see the icicles on the chest Hungry niggas come snatchin, I throw bullets run catch em Ruff Ryder scene Drag the fire But we could take it swingin them irons til the bangs is flyin HOOK 2X |
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Listen up, yo, shit I get upset if I see a nigga, layin in his sweats With blood comin out his head like sweat, knowin I could be next So, what about all the babies that aint fully born That's less fortunate, like that man walkin with one arm They tried to throw me up in a orphanage, with all the kids But I stayed up in the offices cuz they couldn't get me, off a kid It's sad when a good mother put hard work Like wash clothes, off the shit we played on and got hurt Why she gotta pay for the dirt Cuz her only son is up the street with the whole block sour Cuz you know bodies lay for 'bout for eight hours Wanna talk about our chrome whips There's niggas out there don't own shit While we sit at home and bone a bitch while niggas is homeless See niggas get piped over dice, wiped out, over 4 digit price Damn near broke my heart, made me so sick, I had to go shit Found her up the steps a bloody mess, hopeless It wasn't cops cuz only street niggas empty the whole clip Ya know this CHORUS 2X: Case and Drag-On People come, people go, that's the way life is (and I heard that) I don't know what to do, guess I just have to laugh (and we heard that) [Verse 2] Yo bullets don't have no name Or maybe y'all niggas should get better aim And stop puttin these innocent people in pain It's a damn shame that life aint, nothin but a game And we all at the 4th quarter, cuz our time is shorter and shorter Cuz y'all got time to tap our phones and hear the orders And stop the coke from comin across the waters But y'all can't stop the slaughters Or the people from starvin The guns is not standin still, they still revolvin Uptight and still mobbin Blacks still sling cracks and know I know why they call it Fishscale, from Columbia to New York on a boat the shit sells Tell a weak whore, and when I score I'ma open up my door and give to the poor Til they tell me they don't even want no more Y'all keep raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids And categorize us on, where we live like by on broadway It's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed in projects serious And why y'all call it a project, are we an experiment? CHORUS 2X [Verse 3] Yo, I wasn't tryin to be a slave Or encaged up with braids I was saved by a guy with a older age with grades Told me the other ways to get paid, than lettin my gun wave We know you brave, get yo' shit tight and here's a pen It's much lighter, like click click, that's a gun sound Blau! That's a round now hit the ground That's what Drag learns cuz his pop's back was turned Now call the cops, what about that gat that just got pungin Or that kid that got it 41 times, you call that justice? If it is, then what the fuck is this Somethin I must have just missed Maybe Christmas and get a nut off, we get our hot water cut off Off my Timbs I wipe the mud off, cuz I put the stomp in it Pretty rivers, and lakes and ponds, Drag was in a swamp in Bronx Well death is where I coulda gone Cuz where I'm from the bullets long Y'all see the news, but why my block gang got no footage on Cuz my life is like a movie, when you die, aint no comin back shit So if one of y'all get shot, nigga handle it CHORUS 4X to fade |
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[Verse 1]
Yo, who want it with us, y'all niggas not fuckin wit us Y'all hoppin nimrods, we holdin on up under the truck We caked out, we all got cars so when we wake up in the mornin We race out, but first blow the place out It gets outrageous, to all my thug niggas throw your sets up And spit y'all razors I hop in to spin out, I'm the Opposite of H2O So in the year 2000 the lights woulda never went out Plus I rock ice, it drips on my boot, I shake it off Cuz I'm fire, so every few seconds, I take it off I'm lightweight, I let y'all throw them dumbbells I just throw back them dumb dumb shells to make y'all run well I shoot dummies, blast backs Money gassed up while I'ma open this tank, yo pass me the shank I blackout, swipe em like a credit card til I max out And that's just to, let y'all know that Drag is back now HOOK 2X: Icepick Jay Now all my motherfuckin peoples say yeah yeah Now all my motherfuckin thugs say yeah yeah Now all my motherfuckin ladies say yeah yeah Yeah yeah throw your hands in the air, c'mon [Verse 2] Y'all keep pushin that wack shit out there y'all unable Drag's like jumper cables, negative and a positive Y'all aint gon feel shit til y'all get alot of this I don't care about y'all hatin niggas my moms is part of this She looks ??????????????????????????? Cuz I drop them hits that make y'all chumps don't drop shit Drag straps up when he get up in his women Put somethin long in the booty have em switchin different I snatch niggas wife to show em the light Give em dick then I'm hittin the switch And while she snorin she don't know I'm gone by the mornin Back to the corner, til that blue van come up, my hands is cuffed uhh Whose fingers stay numb from rollin up Who finger fucks chicks til they throwin up Whose fingerprints cops keep showin up Cuz who that kid always ride and is throwin truck HOOK 2X [Verse 3] Yo, yo, I just take a strong pull and strike the match on niggas I spit lit candles and drop hot wax on niggas My middle name Jason That means I'm capable of throwin a mass on and axe niggas Y'all better ax(ask) niggas First name Mel, I mean that's what them checks say When they come in the mail, make bank tellers cum on theyself Count it fast ma, we all professionals here How's it feel knowin I'm walkin outta here With what you get in a year I'm rude to a bitch, but y'all niggas, get out the street Act like you don't see this black jeep, and get some flat feet Y'all rock gators, we straight problems We rock our Timbs half O's, laces like our dogs got em Fuck it, for 2 minutes, let em play wit a new pair I got enough spares to flood the block with footwear Pockets like a blimp, shit it's been a good year Where my ruff ryders, we still in here HOOK 4X |
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Drag-On: (Speaking) Life is crazy man, it's fucked up.
(You a half a nigga) You was never there for me, you know. You know, take care of yours. When I get mine, I'ma take care of mine. You can believe that, for real. Chorus: You know what you did was wrong But still, life still goes on You wasn't my daddy, daddy (Add after first verse) You never taught me the streets, and didn't know what you mean to me You wasn't my daddy, daddy Verse 1: Let me ask you a question Even though I was your reflection You showed this nigga no love, me and you was no connection You flipped on my moms and she had your ass arrested But still, when you was there, my eyes was lit up like flourescents So I read up on my lessons Now, I'm fed up with your prescense You yellin', B's is screamin', "Man shut up and get the message" Things I used to do Which reminded me of you But I'm gone, and I'm doin' it and I'm doin fine dude Look at what you did by and started You had a mind but you was heartless You shouldn't have spit me out dog, now I'm going to shine regardless Supposed to leave me high, but I was already above it yo You hated me to the point I was the way you loved it yo But fuck it though I wouldn't care if you kicked the bucket yo My dick you can suck it yo But it wasn't for nothin yo You was here to leave a new chapter, Drag-On baby Thoughts from now will live on, til I'm dead and gone baby You was wrong But now I'm older spittin' the bomb Gettin' lit on Just livin off this written from the arm I was given from the mind since you wasn't there nigga Can't believe you had me cryin', you wasn't worth a tear nigga I used to be in the crib, no money, no food, hopin' for you Now you and yours peepin' at my bocu's My lyrics, going to haunt you You feel this one don't you Why don't you kill me with precaution You should have just had an abortion, for real Repeat Chorus 1x Verse 2: I guess there's ways of life I have yet to learn Like Drag-On, and how many niggas I have yet to burn With no rice on the shelf That's when I learned life itself Only Chow, that's why I hit the mic for delf Fear no one I was taught to care for no one Hard-hitter Little nigga, cause I ain't hittin' no one All I heard was me tellin' bitches to get in that bed Gettin' that head Me and my niggas gettin' that bread Shit wasn't right because during that I didn't know you I guess it's true Things you don't know, you're gonna go through On the phone, tellin' my man, "I'm about to blow dude" Moms on the other line, saying, "You about to blow who?" "Oh, ain't nothin' ma. Yo, I'll call you later" My moms, was zoned out The days to the froze was blown out Cut the stove on the days I was alone in the house There was alot of shit missin', talkin' about she loaned it out It was thug livin', and there was nothing I could do stop it Shit was hard like a kindergarten kid in college Started makin' profit, that's how I built my wealth And what I did, shit ony the fools will quit up on hisself I didn't know how I did it by myself Sometimes it drove me to drinkin' so I spit up on myself And you know what, out of all that, I'm about to blow up Til I'm six feet, I'ma tear it up from the floor up Nigga what Repeat Chorus 1x Life still goes on But you was wrong You wasn't my daddy, daddy You still was wrong But life still goes on You wasn't my daddy, daddy |
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