[Drag-On]
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Uh, let's go
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Whoo! Drag-on baby
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[DMX]
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Come on
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1 ?[DMX]
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My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
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My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
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My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
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And we can get it on
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Repeat 1
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[Drag-On]
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Many niggas wanna see the Dog nigga bite
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But this nigga Drag strike a light
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Fuck fire mics, my fire burn the wire
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Cause we the niggas that plug
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Wrap 'em in the rug
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Flames mini blowing on my hands like dust
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Chicks wanna slurp?
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Ya guaranteed I'mma make 'em burp
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Just push your teeth to the curve
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And hum a word
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Some nerve, cats think they can touch the torch
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You don't know about my gun just for me to toss
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Fuck with the cars
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I don't care what kind of drop ya pushin'
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I put my fifteen through your top and dump bullets
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Yeah I see y'all cowards like to wear vests
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Well I'mma aim a little higher like for you neck
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I puff lye, I'mma lift blunts till my arm look like Popeye
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Till the day is bye-bye
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Till then 300G fly by rented
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So foggy windows look tinted
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We just be lookin' at your Rolley at dem hot shows
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So go ahead boy get drunk, pop that Mo
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Until I pull ya to the side, see the nine kid?
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And since you got that nice watch
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You know what time it is
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Cause Drag's clock say 7:30
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So sudden move you're going to be laying somewhere
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Real dirty, dirty
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Double R, a camp where it's all champs
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And if y'all want to stop fire open up a vent
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Repeat 1 (2x)
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Bet'cha niggas always wonder
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Why Drag always spit fire?
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Why y'all always pop shit?
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About how I burn niggas till they chocolate
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Cause I'm the opposite of H2O now ya know
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Fix your wrinkled face, my iron press more than clothes
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And girls I love 'em when I meet 'em
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Might eat 'em
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But when they act up, it's like Turner Tina
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Don't me get the burner
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Catch me in the low key Pontiac Sun sippin' Coniac
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Y'all know how that affects blacks
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So you know I clash that
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No way I'mma blow all these gats and crack stacks
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I'mma lil' nigga so you know I run fast
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But don't do much of it do a lot of gun busting
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Cause when I let off a clip I get a kick
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Outta seeing niggas run eyes open, hoping they don't trip
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Ya hear the echoes blocks away
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Type of bricklayers that hear shots today
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And give your blocks away
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Run up on papi hey drop the yay
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And if he don't stall
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This world be popped tomorrow
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Drag-On speaks with a stutter but I rhyme well
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So like a gay snitch it's hard to tell
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Dirty, dirty niggas word
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This is to my grimy, grimy niggas word
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This is to my RR niggas, word
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Yeah cause we double R niggas ya heard?
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(Come on)
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Repeat 1 (6x)
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NIggas Die 4 Me
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| Drag-On |
