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
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
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
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
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
[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
[Verse 1] 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
[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
[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
I don't think you wanna hurt nobody I just wanna live my life Feel me? Come on baby (Elite) Where we at baby Let's get it C'mon
[Drag-On]: How many niggas ever seen a shot gun shot Look like somethin comin at you non-stop James Brown make you "Say it loud" Just walk through this block, air it out Anybody can pump a lead off Let me see you shoot a .50 calibur gone pop a head off We can let it off You see my movies you say who represent my dog and I'm a edit off So you niggas better move back Somebody better duck their head Cause your bloody minds bout to be in all black Cause a nigga white tee bout to turn red And I don't give a shit! When I stand in front of the judge yeah I did it what I'm in a cell by myself Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY
[Chorus]: I'm that hood I'm them streets I'm them lyrics and them beats I'm that weed I'm that X I'm that sex that you need I'm that nigga with your wife I'm that comma layin right I'm that match that you light When you ain't got no light I'm your fireman
[Drag-On]: Who the fuck say Drag couldn't come back (He said it) Now where my gun at Nigga won that Cause I don't raise a lot of niggas and not I want my sons back I catch a nigga at a party Matter fact I be up in his lobby Lettin my man hold his shotty Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY Sometimes I gotta do what I gotta do Pull out just shoot for I gotta shoot And your nigga on the roof My shoes and slip I hope he gotta parachute I'm in the zone dawg I'm by myself at my home dawg Everybody just leave me the fuck alone Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY
[Chorus]
[Dag-On]: I wasn't all that My head wasn't screwed on tight That's why I pause every line Cause I take time For a boss to map out his crime This idea with a snitch Cut his tongue and mail it to his bitch Cause when a nigga run his lips It makes me wanna HURT SOMEBODY But I ain't the nigga that'll Come up with chitter chatter Cause if ya'll come up with talkin already that a Either you got it or you don't Or you're real or you won't Shut until you don't You ring you better hide your thoughts Now you on life support Can't cry you might die driving But instead got my nig pulling me outta here Cause I don't wanna HURT NOBODY
[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!
[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'
