[Drag-On] (Warren G)
C`mon (The Ruff Ryders)
Flame on (Double R, baby)
Flame on, c`mon, c`mon, c`mon, c`mon
[Drag-On]
Aiyyo, y`all niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest shed a tear
Give `em a gun, if I had two right here
Two over there, fuck playin` fair!
Y`all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag just burn that up and get it outta here
Y`all think y`all goin` from heaven to hell?
Y`all ain`t goin` nowhere
But in the same town on the same dirty ground
And I don`t care how you livin` it up
I even got dead niggas shiverin` up
You can bet I come diggin` you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
The one open is at the tip of the nose
When it blows, y`all so-called-pimps die hoes
Don`t bite rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have y`all wanted in dead park
[Eve]
Anything that`s dealin` with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y`all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
[Shadow]
Anything that`s dealin` with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y`all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
[Eve]
Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean?
Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a snotty scream
Was taught to die in a red beam
Never ask when I need cash
I`m a customer, I snatch your cream
Soldier, cross-over, knock on my door
Wit` Jahovah, huh, know the population`s over
I`m causing early retirements
Cuz you blast last when I`m firing
Dyin` in the blood you lyin` in
Went from the full house to the raw house
To niggas tryin` to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, blow your jaw out
You don`t want my gun to go pow-pow
Well, I`ma have your face the same color
As a tongue of a chow-chow, nigga
These ain`t water pistols- they shoot many missles
And when I set `em off, they scar your bones to the grissle
Only I knew how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby-mom, for your only son
I`m takin` e`eryone
[Shadow]
Anything that`s dealin` with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y`all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
[Eve]
Anything that`s dealin` with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y`all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
[Shadow]
Uh, I`m psychologically fucked up, know the truth
See, I`s sick, throwin` up Henny and ?Gook?
POOF! Me gone, I pray for the death of my mother
Until I woked up and hugged her, and told her that I loved her
Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the ring
Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiend
Golden ice, I stole for the love of my wife
Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump me
Came home, of course as the king of my throne
Back to Roley`s, back to smokin` bones with coley
My demo was better than a lot of y`all records
Bed rocked your ass, calm down, so let the gun go
I murdered some quick for dough
Hit `em up fast, watched them die extra slow
I lock shop when I come through with the blue tops
Smokin` a oo-whop, with all glocks cocked
[Eve]
Anything that`s dealin` with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y`all cowards have been warned
