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[Featuring DMX Drag On Eve The Lox]
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Yo if you gonna sleep on somthing
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Might as well be a bed
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And if your gonna crack shit
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Might as well be a head
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Cuz if you targeting the LOX you might as well target a box
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That you gonna sleep in for years all covered with rocks
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Cuz I think not I pop shots I double what yall got
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Ya hot shots and got blocks ya punta muchacha
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I'm the days of school, I muther fucking rule
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I drive my chain and cork ya and keep it cool
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Thats the ice B. I'm pricless. The iciest
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And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
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My bullets thump when I lace this fly shit pump
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And baby I be on it yearly aint no poppin the trunk
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But if I, pop the trunk its to hear your rag
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Shit just wipe down my windows,on the side of my jag
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Must I brag, my whip paid for, yours tagged
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And every chick you grab, Sheek been done bagged
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Yo I hope you aint tounge kissing your spouse
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Cuz I be making love in her mouth
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Type of cat that fuck at your house
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Too slick? Mean she be buckin' my tip
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And before you know it, I'mma have her suckin' my dick
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Jada, if I kiss you now, you die later
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Been nice, since people was watchin' movies on beta
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Ready to clap, everybody giving me dap
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And belive it or not, we be the ones setting the trap
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Listen to yall shit. Then listen to our hits
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Aint nothing yall cowards could do, got this
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Thats the reason now, yall players aint got shit
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Cuz every time I turn around, yall arrested
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For those thats narrow, I just smack them with the barrel
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Give it to them after night, like Kains cousin Harold
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The RUFF RYDERS (WHAT?)
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THE RUFF RYDERS
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x4
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Cut you and your son
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Ya know when its done
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Show me the money, I show you a gun
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POP SUCKER
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SB'll spin corner while I party with dun
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I clap you I clap him, and thats rule number one
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Suckin' my clip
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And I dont give a hell what you spit
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Who you are, where you from, and who the hell you can get
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Cuz I sell records, and I got a jail record
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Ya niggas aint sayin' shit till yall bare weapons
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And even when your dead, you can still flinch and get it
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I ride about and smack you, cock back and clap you
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Styles be ya favorite rappers favorite rapper
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Aint no surprize niggas, only run with recognized niggas
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Baby girl, want the world? Shuger pie niggas
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No tops, take em in all shape and size niggas
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No lie, prefer them ready Do or Die niggas
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What, what you want
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Cutie starin at me like "Damn, where you from?"
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You be comin at me, like "Can I get some?"
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Lick your lips from this brown sugar
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Suck me like a thumb if you want till I cum
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Hook
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I be the D R, A G, dash O N
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Slash often comma makin niggas orphan
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They call me Drag-On. I'm hot scortchin'
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Keep the block roastin'
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Like dutch when the flame comes a toastin'
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In my eyes you can see what summers holdin'
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Realize, any guy, broad day, rider
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I burn to a degree of 130 my gun dirty
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Cuz I got one burby, so you better run hurry
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Or catch one early
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You wrong, tryin' to touch me
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what type of shit you on?
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You better throw your boots on, and your unflameable suits on
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Cuz I'm comin' through in a Yukon
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Black tinted with gats in it
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Catch you while you smokin', send your casket with a sack in it
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Thats only half of it
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Cuz yall are half ass yo
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Cuz we one whole and yall niggas, is one slash two
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My gun blast you
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Tryin out the flames. Are your firemen?
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And catch one hell of a back draft,
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cuz my fire reach higher than
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Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
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Every day I show another how I love a slaughter
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Plug your daughter
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Whith more holes than swiss cheese
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Attack the bitch and stop for the leach
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With these, I shoot the breeze
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And its thought, enough keys from the cubans to build a fucking fort
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I'm caught up in somthing that I cant control
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Trying to get a hold of a bank role and stroll
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Catch bodies like a cold. And stay sick
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So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it
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Waste it, in the fucking streets
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Cuz It aint worth shit(a)
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The undertaker take your ass under the earth
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Quicker, I love money, but the scam is hot
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So I snatch up my man and hit the gambling spot
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20 grand is got, one shot and you got less
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What use to his chest, is a mess under his fucking vest
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The Ruff Ryders
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| DJ Clue |
