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| Drag-on Miscellaneous C'mon C'mon Uh Yeah, yeah, yeah C'mon c'mon What what what C'mon (come bitch) C'mon c'mon (come bitch) When y'all niggas run on my block You gon get it And that bitch you tryin to pop (i done hit that) I done hit it You still tryin to find my style? You gon get lost And those that think they can touch Gon get taught Sure we can flow till my gun Had to go off (blahhh) I do a hundred in the wind On the turnpike All you hear is we-we-ween That's a dirt bike And you can put em up or shut em up Cuz when we get em up we hit em up Hoes ain't good enough My fire's gonna make dust Now who the one do the talkin? (who dat?) Y'all niggas gonna split a coffin You can call that 50/50 Break it down to the nitty-gritty (uh-huh) Now what you see is Whatcha gon get That's .58, dead weight, chrome straight, your face Now let me see ya get em up Bob and weave back Since when, a nigga be through his pack? Now when it come down to my shit Betta leave that C'mon c'mon [chorus: drag-on & various- 2x's]: Your hoe don't wanna be mine? Better save your daughter Your coke compared to mine Is baking soda Y'all niggas want a war? Better send yo' soldiers My life is on the line For the new world order Soon i'm gonna flow over (like what?) like water (c'mon) When niggas be drownin They look smaller I don't give a fuck what they might call ya It can be moe or cristal I'll pour ya I'm done with the hype shit I keep a tight grip (my gun) But only then (what's that?) A bullet might slip Growin up in these here streets Is gritty We don't do a lot of talkin In this city It's down to pap pap pap No pity (my gun) Then woo-woo woo-woo (police) Go sirens While drag-dash-on Is hidin Cuz we don't do a lot of runnin I keep firin And as long as they payin A few's dyin I don't care if it's plastic or iron It's like the money in my pocket I'll fold ya And if your niggas ain't tell you I shoulda told ya C'mon, c'mon [chorus 2x] When my niggas swing this sawed off (blahhh) Get ya shit blown off (uh-huh) Cuz if y'all niggas looking for a fist fight Shit, well not tonight Cuz when we swing them things (lights out) You gon see the light I don't care if it's heaven or hell They won't bite Y'all niggas got beef with drag-on? C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Y'all niggas is gettin too close Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up Y'all niggas gonna make my gun go Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka!! Ruff ryder gonna make sure y'all don't Come back The only nigga that's allowed to come back Is a nigga that smoke the crack And when it come down to our g-stacks We want that Now let me see you count that (my money) We don't want no ones back (my money) Them tens and twenties Is how i like to see my money And i'ma run like i'm on hot sand (hot sand) With my shoes off (hot shit) Make sure nobody make a move Till the crew's off And i mean this game i wins And you lost And the only way they gonna catch me Is on the cover of the new source C'mon c'mon [chorus 4x] |
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