Альбом Drag-On

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[Verse 1]
Yo this nigga Drag-On burn niggas, flame niggas, potch niggas
Sautee niggas, skin scorch niggas
You could be any complexion, black, caucasian
We spit razors in kiloid faces
Like ear to ear, eye to eye, lights out
Cross the throat, couldn't say you gave her mouth to mouth
Better keep your teeth togehther cuz when we put our heat togehther
We tie em up with they vest and hit em up all in they chest
We stack ones, trick on bitches, fuckin bitches
Leavin bitches, don't have no problem buckin bitches
I kill a chick steal from my crib
Right in front of her child, with no feel for the kid
Gon kill that bitch
Not now, but right now, go 'head nigga, do it!
Blau! All up in her nightgown
Feed the crib, Fed description, kid wit no meat on his rib
But keep the heat by it, so when y'all creep keep quiet

HOOK: Jadakiss
You can stand the fuck up if you fire your gun nigga
But sit the fuck down you aint firin one nigga
Yeah we set fire in cribs, and fire in whips
Y'all niggas use the fire when you cookin your bricks
Other niggas use the fire when they lightin they spliff
I want my tires on fire when I'm pushin a whip
I put my block on fire with the product I sell
It's the Opposite of H2O, hotter than hell

[Verse 2]
While y'all niggas pop the Mo', I inhale smoke out the optimo
Choke, hydro til it's time to go
Cheeba my smoke, I plays ping pong
If y'all hooked on phonics, that mean here's ten buy your own chronic
We buy cars, 4, dot after it, get gas in it
Go fasten it, then crash in it
Me and Jadakiss, truck kiddin with the chip
Burnin up and make em..., sorry officers I only got my permit
To the fake cats, who shank niggas, break bats
Stay 'woke, cuz make hats, take naps
Put him to sleep faster than a needle
I come with four niggas stuffed in the beetle
With some bats and beat you
You a bad bitch I had to meet you, had to pop it
Bounce, before I fuck broads I unlock it
And back to the block to check the spot quick
We snatch niggas reups and hit em for they bodies
Tell em keep the profits

HOOK

[Verse 3]
Yo, first it's Drag, dash, On
Then it's the cash, fuck it all I've been in cabs
Not alone, but with the mask, with the heat
Drop me on 42nd street, quickly
With the crackers, tell em pack it, out they pockets
Hurry up, all this walkin around I'm gonna stop it
This gun I'm gonna pop it
Cuz at this time 12 pm my gun is all you might be seein
If you sight seein
You might be in, a hearse, then casket, then church
Then you aten(eaten) by the maggots
Fuck you hatin bastards
It's over for y'all niggas once Drag take his mask then
Y'all know it's straight platinum
Earth, wind, water, the 4th yo, is the Opposite of H2O
That's one of the elements I use to melt the mic
Ryde or Die, well we gon Ruff Ryde and keep the family tight

HOOK

(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

Everyday is the same day
Its Groundhog day, its Groundhog day

Verse 1:
Wake up in the morning wipe the cold from my eyes
Put my dick in, grab the ashtray and take a tote from the lye
Hear the folks outside, kids cutting school
Grab the remote play the hot shit of course my shit
Steam up the bathroom till the mirrors fog
Can't wait to ball, with my niggas god
Dry off splash on the Izzi Miak
Cut up the rock, head for the door oops forgot
You know I can't leave my chrome thats my love jones
Niggas in front of the building niggas making a killing
But when I come through niggas catching they feelings
Cuz the fiends follow who cuz my bottles be spilling
I can hear em now "What'd he get a ship from Brazil?"
"Its gotta be good look at the fiends leaving they children"
And thats fucked up niggas mad cuz my pockets bucked up
With my clique pull the truck up
Yo hold up, let me get this dough before it slow up
Then we can go see about some ass and go cut some hash
This bundle is my last jump in the ride whats that
DMX shit go head put it on my shit
DMX:(from Look Thru my Eyes)

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[Drag-On]
Uh, let's go
Whoo! Drag-on baby

[DMX]
Come on

1 ?[DMX]
My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

Repeat 1

[Drag-On]
Many niggas wanna see the Dog nigga bite
But this kid Drag strike a light
Fuck five mics, my fire burn the wire
Cause we the niggas that plug
Wrap 'em in the rug
Flames mini blowin on my hands like dust
Chicks wanna slurp?
Guaranteed I make ya burp
Just put your teeth to the curb
And hum a word
Some nerve, cats think they can touch the torch
You don't know about my gun just for me to toss
Fuck with the cars
I don't care what kind of drop ya pushin'
I put my fifteen to ya top and dump bullets
Yeah I see y'all cowards like to wear a vest
Well I'mma aim a little higher like for you neck
I puff lye, I'mma lift blunts till my arm look like Popeye
Till the day is bye-bye
Till then 300G fly by rented
So foggy windows look tinted
We just be lookin' at your Rolley at dem hot shows
So go ahead boy get drunk, pop that Mo
Until I pull ya to the side, see the nine kid?
And since you got that nice watch
You know what time it is
Cause Drag's clock say 7:30
So sudden move and you blow me less a
Real, real dirty, dirty
Double R, a camp where it's all champs
And if y'all want to stop fire open up a vent

Repeat 1 (2x)

Bet'cha niggas always wonder
Why Drag always spit fire?
Why y'all always pop shit?
About how I burn niggas till they chocolate
Cause I'm the opposite of H2O now ya know
Fix your wrinkled face, my iron press more than clothes
And girls I love 'em when I meet 'em
Might eat 'em
But when they act up, it's like Turner Tina
Don't me get the burner
Catch me in the low key Pontiac Sun sippin' Coniac
Y'all know how that affects blacks
So you know I clash that
Now where I'mma put all these gats and crack sacks
I'mma lil' nigga so you know I run fast
But don't do much of it do a lot of gun busting
Cause when I let off a clip I get a kick
Outta seeing niggas run eyes open, hoping they don't trip
Hear the echoes blocks away
Type of bricklayers that hear shots today
And give your blocks away
Run up on papi hey drop the yay
And if he don't stall
This world be popped tomorrow
Drag-On speaks with a stutter but I rhyme well
So like a dead snitch it's hard to tell
Dirty, dirty niggas word
This is to my grimy, grimy niggas word
This is to my RR niggas, word
Yeah cause we double R niggas ya heard?
(Come on)

Repeat 1 (6x)

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

[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

[Verse 1]
Yo you never heard Drag release shit on wax
Cuz this kid do more than crack backs and pump crack
I'm young but I've been stop playin with crayons
I'ma be around for eons put niggas where the bums pee on
This aint basketball three on three
It's one ready to leave and the other fifteen comin rapidly
They still couldn't find a book of matches to match me
Buildings is still burnin down still couldn't catch me
I'm real flashy, I cop the Benz and crash it on the same day
And be back on the subway
Y'all act like bitches what y'all thought the 4-4 play?
I don't even know my father heard he did time on a broadway
You might be him, so get the fuck out the hallway
Drag hate a sometime nigga I bring it always
Cuz I'm as hot as the gun niggas pop from roofs
Where the birds at now, act like you aint heard that

[HOOK: P Killer Trackz]
Ride, ride, and gimme your gat so I can air out the place
Click, click, clack
Die, die, tilt ya back and the last thing you heard was
Click, click, clack
Drag, drag, gimme a stack I put the cannon in your face
Click, click, clack
On, on, hot as a match you wanna a fire left the barrel that was
Click, click, clack

[Verse 2]
Ayo niggas think they real well I'ma pop em with two
He got balls, well I'ma tell his moms he died playin pool
Cuz he was in too deep, so I cracked him over the table like G.O.D.
Dumped his body ASAP
Who the only nigga who that could come through with a Benz two door
But look like a Ford and pull off at your whore
Leave a nigga huntin for the draws, wantin to score
It's so he can't play ???? I throw hundreds out the door
Bet you be the first to pick it up for sure
Cuz I'ma nigga that take from the poor and give to the poor
Now you never heard that shit before
I probably send your kids to job corps
So what the fuck you got a ride for
And pump crack, I just bag the bitch up your block you know I be back
And I promise I'll throw y'all more stacks
Cuz Drag never run low on raps, never run low on cash
But I put a nigga below fast

[HOOK]

[Verse 3]
And dirty bitches I'm tired of grabbin long hair
Fuckin y'all from the rear, I'ma stop fuckin all year
Until y'all buy me a spare, I never seen the dun here
But if they invent it, I wanna put a thousand in it
Never could be a faggot, but if me and you locked for 30 years
In the same pit, guess who gon be the bitch
You guessed it, now shut the fuck up and respect it in here
Clean my necklace, I do anything when a man is holdin
I pop a hole through me just to put a hole through him
And put a hole through my shoulder, straight to his throat
And make him choke up, blood all over, leave him by his Rover
I tie 20 niggas up and have enough rope
Won't stop tying til I get the leftover coke
Cuz I circle your block like the cops
The only thing that I'ma do that they not is fire illegal shots

[HOOK]

[DMX]
Def myself man, fuck that

Chorus: [DMX]
Drag-On, niggas act on
Messin with the team, its gon be a sad song
X will bring the day and the night
Cuz we get it right, hit it right, get it right, spit it right


[DMX]
Moves is made, niggas is paid, that's just how it is
When my time is up I'ma be out but I'ma try to live
I'm eatin day by day, aint nothin sweet about it
Act like you don't know what I'm sayin then you read about it
Built for war like a armadillo
Smother yo' ass with too good a pilllow
Hear my shit is brillo
Manic depressive and my head hurts
Since theres a dead thirst I'll wet first
Now wait a minute it gets worse
I can't control what I own inside
So I take it out on the soul of that kid that died
Spit fire, cross niggas like barbecues
Mobbin crews, strippin niggas, robbin crews
And put him speechless, when I made him eat this
Hollow tip and you can follow grip
You be like Kim and aint gon swallow shit
Don't know the half, couldn't know the math
To understand the wrath of a man split in half
But he got what he wanted, shot for three hundred
Shit is tight and a nigga that's right gots to run it
Aint no question, that's how I get down
Niggas know gimme yo' dough and yo' hoe, and here take these fo'
Hot things I got things that make niggas spin
Put niggas in the wind, where you never see niggas again
Bless a nigga with fifties the thin types
And a straight blast that'll put pinstripes across your windpipe

CHORUS 2X

[Drag-On]
Drag opposite water more than a spot order
My flows cause fire then bring holes
Takes more than a pump to out this little punk
'less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped, still I burn to hell
Call the police and whatever they don't seize
And put in they mouth, and catch freeze, tell em throw Drag some keys
Don't care how many oyeas I gotta make believe
If you nervous, you don't deserve it poppi please
Cats stealin gats y'all probably will get hit
Well I'm the future let's see y'all copy this, stopping this
Since a tiny kid like, "mommy buy me this"
Since she always told me no, started stealin on some grimy shit
Like look at that, now look at that slide it in my bookbag
I'm who, parents point they fingers at, "get from that hoodrat"
And put it back, fuck tough, while y'all cook crack
I'm cocaine, throw me in the pot, I rise to the top
With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more pegs
Stil put them holes in yo' head, til it's mushy like dough bread
Cuz that vest only protects that chest
And if I decide to get ice, don't get to fascinated
Or it's my bullet, your brain, mashed potatoes
Double R got me comin hard on you haters
Cuz we the streets black and y'all belong beneath that

CHORUS 2X

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Uhh, my ladies, my ladies, uhh
HOOK: Who made me burn all of my numbers to bitches, you do
Who made me turn in early leavin' my niggas, you do
Who do all the cooking at night in the kitchen, you do
Whoever say pussy don't talk to me, who do
I love these hoes, yeah I love these hoes
They make me do the things that I want to
You know let's go

[Verse 1]
I need a chick that when the drain clog, call me for plumbin
Call my name when she cummin, feel my tip, touch tummies
Split dutch, dump twenties
Pat my back when I choke
Don't ask for no totes til I say "Oh you smoke?"
I need a chick that gon drag for Drag
I mean she aint gotta be smart in math
And see my stacks down the ave
I went from jumpin cabs, to rottin with my niggas
And hooprags, to the Jags, no top, all glass
And y'all chicks with long hair, take a seat right here
So I can blow this wind through it and let my niggas see
It's all here
Pay for no hotels, I'm nuttin in the same chair
Front or the rear or while I'm clutchin the gears
I leave a chick sprung, I stop fuckin wit her
She act like it aint nuttin to her it aint nuttin to me
Long as I don't leave a nut in her
Used to be rebellin til she heard on Hot 97
Point uno but I still fuck wit you...

HOOK

[Verse 2]
I spent alotta money on this mattress
So I can't stand a chick that give me wack sex
I just tell em they better go home and practice
Cuz if you frontin well you one hell of an actress
Tackle it, c'mon jump on it, throw your back in it
Let me know it's deep enough for me to stash cracks in it
And be realer she can beep when she come near me
Keep the gun by me, don't let bullshit run by me
And to my mamis, I speaks "Ven aqui" they come runnin like
Right now I don't care if they in they car they runnin lights
Intellectual type, more freaky than a hundred dikes
Armin her dogs but she got me like I don't wanna bite
I don't feel like goin to the studio I don't wanna write
Don't wanna fight, don't wanna fuck nobody else wife
No frontin boo for real all I really want is you
But you make me do things that I don't wanna do

HOOK

[Verse 3]
Look at shorty with them things on, makin me feel like King Kong
That's why I keep a monkey on my arm when I'm playin Donkey Kong
Petiteness, I love Victoria, but aint no secret
It don't take a man that's strong to move over them thongs
Better yet, I'll even put it on, let me take care of this
When I'm eatin chick, I eatin like wear this
I love chicks with they braids pushed back
That look like four racetracks, now chase that
Cuz everybody wantin mine, taste of her tongue's like Duncan Hines
Can't stand another brother humpin mine only we can bump and grind
I don't care who was there before I laid there
For now I play here, and if she want me too I shave there
I'ma be around until there's gray hair, okay dear
And I'ma get you these books from Barnes and Noble's wait here
Then we can split shares
Computers and street smarts, mine sharp as a dart
While I'm climbin up the charts

HOOK 1.5X

[Verse 1]
I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me sandman
Cuz while I smoke this up, I got coke to cut
Leavin niggas so doped up, they chokin off they throw up
Can't even see straight, leanin like they need V8
Nigga call a g eighth, jail I can't see me in
A year's too long it's only shorter you got three in
I run with niggas on the run from 25
Y'all only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray shit up
Keep braggin about your cars I'ma see drama before it happens
When I roll up hard, you wonder what the fuck cab I'm in
Cuz I can pop up and peel back and all I can promise is peel caps
With holes, like the bullets was damn near pose
I see your Lex duped out, your sunroof's out
Now look at me droppin three in your dome two to your mouth
Leave a nigga head blowin his horn, with his signals on
Don't lie before a snitch call cops I'm fall blocks
See I spit hard cuz I know that's what y'all want
Y'all aint said it first, I'm droppin with a odor out my trunk
Now what the hell is that, you smell that?
All you see is a shoelace teared up from the back
Like I'm fishtailin a Ac
And who I sound like? C'mon dog my voice drown mics
But nigga don't compare, stop talkin and come here
You know where I be at, BX and nigga bring that
I already got mine, the only difference I pop mine nigga

HOOK: Styles Paniro
Ruff Ryder nigga, carry the pound
Get engaged with these bullets, then marry the ground
Drag dash On the fire is real
We don't talk about guns, we will pop our steel
You don't sound like us, get down like us
Make a nigga mom frown like us, we Ruff Ryde
Til I say enough died, I'ma still bust mine
Finished with the pound, then I'm startin with the nine

[Verse 2]
I don't sound close to niggas, niggas runnin around
Rollercoasting niggas, I make post of niggas
When I put the toast to niggas
Let me see y'all niggas run, cuz when I tote float niggas
And deep throat niggas
Spit flame, drop of a dime, drop of a quarter
I'm the real reason why niggas rush the border
They dont plea 'bout they freedom, they just wanna see him
So I can speak words to tease em, and mislead em
To have 'em smuggle me guns, smuggle me drugs
Fuckin with thugs, cuttin niggas up just out of love
Drag buy guns in New York, hell naw!
I got cubans send me cuban cigars for these bars
So fuck y'all cuz all I could tell y'all the rest is no tax
I'm fire so y'all could never be no macks
Last nigga touched that couldn't get his skin back
Came in in all white, left out in all black
When I pop mine, my bullets ignore stop signs
So when you feel a burnin sensation, know it's clock time
You know like 2 to 6, or 3 to 9
9 to 12 and under that, aint nothin but shells
Pick em up, throw em right at myself
Tell a kid this is for every bad month that daddy sent to hell
Those that wanna be like, shoulda just been Mike
And when you see me in the streets, we could do it like Nike

HOOK

[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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[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

[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

Yeah, Opposite of H2O y'know

Whats it all about
whats it all about
whats it all about
whats it all about (2x)

Verse 1:
Its about Drag copping the bank or copping the Range
Laid up some where I ain't gotta be poppin them thangs
Cuz I already got the cash
So who would ever think you'll see Drag without his mask
Waitin for a vic to past
Its about Drag off the strip out the orphanage
Of course this is same kid
Coughin off the nics
What you see something different
All I keeps different is my woman no kids so a nigga chilling
Stay peeling, what are you kiddin money stacked to the ceiling
Chicks wit a frown see my rims spinning grinning
Fiends on the block
Still see my cane'll cop
Cause traffic on the block
Red, yellow, green top
While I'm bumping at the light in a mean drop
Turn it down cops coming burn the rubber now
Grimy nigga just wanna see the better thang
See what this cheddar bring
And listen to my niggas sing

Whats it all about (say it, say it)
Whats it all about (party people)
Whats it all about
Whats it all about (2x)

verse 2:
Its about what coke to flip what chick to hit
What bus to split
While y'all worry who whips the sick
Shit, I'm a trump type
Gimme a Denali and I'm happy
Wit something sitting in the seat sassy
And for me wouldn't mind getting her knees ashy
And for beef first on to get the heat to pass me
And its not about you acting like you God
Cuz I find that mighty hard
If you walking wit a bodyguard
Y'all cats is like ice when y'all stepping out ya Rols
Y'all see me in my over dressed clothes its like y'all froze
Listen, I swear I won't take the white gold
Strictly platinum, I mean thats what y'all said was happening
Like when y'all talk about ya Rolie
And how its shining
But when Drag get it consider it bad timing
This is Drag rhyming, okay
I only paid attention to what Big said
For now its what my nigs say

Whats it all about (say it, say it)
Whats it all about (party people)
Whats it all about
Whats it all about (2x)

verse 3:
Its about Ruff Ryders staying number one in the charts
We don't pop much Crys but we pop a lotta clips
We gone stay street thats where gotta eat
Y'all see us thirty deep motorcycles murda weeks
We make throttle sounds till they track us down
Than pop wheelies till our back touch ground
People on the side say "here go the action now"
What you talking bout we don't do no crashing now
We be in and out catch you back at the spot
Tank top, bike hop, bank stop
Block hot still got knock from last week shots
But y'all know Drag never cry to the cops
That just give fiends time to detox
Long as I got air in my lungs I'm a blow out my ops
I'm a Ruff Ryde till enough fry
I'm stronger than mudslides
I'm fire, so can't nobody touch I

Whats it all about
Whats it all about

Whats it all about (say it, say it)
Whats it all about (party people)
Whats it all about
Whats it all about (2x)

Na na na na na (what what)
Na na na na na (party people)
Na na na na naaaa
Na na na na naaaa (say it, say it)
Na na na na na (party people)
Na na na na na (say it, say it)
Na na na na naaaa (party people)
Na na na na naaaa (party people)

Whats it all about (party people)
Whats it all about (say it, say it)
Whats it all about (Drag-on)
Whats it all about (flame on)

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