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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
(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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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
[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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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
[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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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
(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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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
[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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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
(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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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
(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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[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]
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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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
(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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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
(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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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
(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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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
(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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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
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 [Chorus] I'm your fireman |
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from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001)
(feat. Aja)
Uhh Step up Drag-On Uhh [Drag-On] Look look look look I don't mean to sound blunt, can I hit 'em up I ain't the one to play baby he did to her I ain't the one to get the kitty cat kitten smashed You Drag quick to bare men huh Yeah I told I did when I did it huh How many of y'all mommies y'all think I can fit in my car Only two wit a GT no body guard Not a wide body keep the chick body wide Brought me everything brought my shoes I MEAN THAT Keep the pretty mommies like ANGIE MARTINEZ Yo my people yo we out where the PARTY AT? Break a chick then I'm like WHERE THE CAR KEYS AT? PARK ME BACK Left for the shit like CAN I HOLD THAT? Let the cat get one more dance before I get in the pants She come up "where the dough at"? And that's right here Look look look at shorty right there Wit that blonde hair whippin wit the night airs YEAH You know Drag hit the pipe there YEAH All I did was ask her she said YEAH No fair, it was too easy It was too sleezy Eigther you wet, or this rubber to greasy That's how I like it make dog feel SQUEEZY Any number you wanna call you can REACH ME I'm like an aparment you can LEASE ME Y'all might as well call me a POLICEMAN The way I keep the puss locked in my PRECENT Passenger seat I keep somethin DECENT Drop the top and let her do the BREEZIN But I'm not hearin it I leave you wit a question mark and you on your period [chorus: Aja] You off da chain daddy You awfully freaky boy You wanna do it from the front daddy? Ooo well I like it from the back boy You wanna do it from the side daddy? Get on top Ruff Ryde boy You off da chain daddy You awfully freaky boy Come on When you want me come get me I'll be easy daddy But-but wait I'm on fire, you so freaky boy Don't hold back got contact Get Ruff and ready daddy I can't wait got me ache So Drag come onnnnn!! [Drag-On] Look look look look Yo mommie wanna get wit this With y'all I play it safe I wear a red hat like Limp Bizkit I don't even put it back I just put it right on the tip Jump right on the hips Everybody wanna count Drag-On chips Instead of chunk chuggas count the own chips Cab? please I might know you in my whip But don't it come wit that shit got a passenger seat (HAA-HAA!!) Mommie wanna fight, we can thump we can thump Then I throw my Hammer like Pumps and a Bump Love how ya look to the dome to the dome Gotta big truck we can poppin the trunk Mommie wanna ask me why I'm so quick to slide a chick Listen it might sound STUPID But the reason why this star and handsome cat keep ya pants on Cause the sides to big Ya feel me? You don't really wanna try this kid, Ya feel me? Cause you know I got shots to give, ya feel me? Look at the ass on honey, look look at shorty She know I keep the cash money like Woo-Woodie Duck dodge you know Double R give a chick a Ruff Ryde When she come home We got ya wind dome pullin off right outside In my ride (In my ride) [chorus] [Drag-On (Aja)] Look look look look Look at shorty mean booty Yeah I keep 'em in the kitchen so I keep on skates like Tootie And I love it when they through it in my face In the night the groupie But they still wanna do me Chick could have fooled me How the hell you a professional the first time? You ain't come yet? O well I came to win You gonna come when I come back again I'm back again I tell you like Schwarzenegger "I'll be back" to pound ya back Now mommie tell me how you like the sound of that? Like when I hit it like (HMMM!!) Now did I hit it right (YEAH!) When I flip her over then I truck her like (DAMN!) Well that's too tight So the I flip her back over tear a back boner Mommie might need a back doner [chorus x2] |
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from Drag-On - Opposite Of H2o (2000)
[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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from Drag-On - Opposite Of H2o (2000)
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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from Drag-On - Opposite Of H2o (2000)
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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from Drag-On - Opposite Of H2o (2000)
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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from Drag-On - Opposite Of H2o (2000)
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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from Drag-On - Opposite Of H2o (2000)
[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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from Drag-On - Opposite Of H2o (2000)
[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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from Drag-On - Opposite Of H2o (2000)
[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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from Drag-On - Opposite Of H2o (2000)
[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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from Drag-On - Opposite Of H2o (2000)
[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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from Drag-On - Opposite Of H2o (2000)
[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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from Drag-On - Opposite Of H2o (2000)
(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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from Drag-On - Opposite Of H2o (2000)
(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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from Drag-On - Opposite Of H2o (2000)
[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 CHORUS 4X to fade |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
(Sugar J)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo Check me out, yo This is J 'Sug', yo I know you been around the world, man I don't f**k wit' the sheisty niggas I don't f**k wit' the sheisty hoes I done did it all, nigga (Loon) Yo, what would make a scared man pull a trigga'? The same thing that make a scared man act bigga' The same thing that make me grab my tec and empty quicker Adrenaline rush, on the hush You will die f**kin' wit' us Vacant lot is my home and In my team I trust So don't talk about them things if yo' things don't bust I knew a guy like you, his name was Filipe Had me on 3-way with the D.A. Tryin' to find out where we stay So on my 24th b-day I'm locked up in V.A. He don't know my guns turn commotion to slow motion Then from slow motion to no motion Run up in the place he hip hoppin' Spit shots in, clip droppin', if I get caught, get Cochran And give Pedro my pesos so he don't snitch while I lay low For 'bout a week or two Come back like peek-a-boo, you see me, I see you And if you talk, you be in ICU (Cardan) Yo, yo, this Cardan I know you know a hundred brotha's that sheisty Like I know a hundred brotha's that's real But I think it's time you know how we chill (Meeno) 1 - I have been a hundred places and nothin' excites me Hit a hundred hoe's and none of them wifey For every thousand that love me A hundred don't like me So how you wit' a hundred cats and none of the sheisty? (Drag-On) We the niggas wit' the homicides And got niggas the most traumatized And how they actually sat there and watched they mama die But don't worry about it, you second Just had to get her first 'cause she was the one that gave birth And we can't have no more dirt in the earth I hate to be the last nigga to turn off your lights Without usin' a switch, and throw you in a ditch Ya body don't fit, 'cause niggas could still see ya kicks So do you really wanna take that risk? So unball ya fists 'cause I'm always a step ahead of ya'll You ball ya fists, I cock back You take a swing and you got that And that's what they gon' mop at This gun is from a foreign land I don't know why it got it in my hand And I'm gonna get off every penny I don't care if its automatic or semi If I payed 300 flat, that means I'mma send a hundred cats back If 300 attack, but it don't hafta be an exact I'm gonna get the gatts and get 'em all in one house, and run out And sprinkle some on the grass, and spit on it And come back to a pile of ash Repeat 1 (Meeno) Yo, yo, yo, a hundred sheisty, a hundred and quicker We strap up inside the 18-wheeler A drug dealer with cold cash, but so as To get his stash would be no task with no mess Love to get you hot and blast, than fast My infared beam is on yo' ass, my team is on yo' ass Plot and schemin' on yo' ass That bitch you came wit' stay screamin' on her ass Put three on her ass 'cause nigga, we love the cash Harlem World niggas got G's in the stash No questions asked, time will tell, Heaven or hell You don't wanna be the nigga who be catchin' the shell Meeno, and then I be, be the team to prevail So when you pray, tell Jesus how you wanna be helped MuthaF**ka!!!! Rock-a-bye baby (repeated til end) Repeat 1 until fade |
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