[Drag-On] (Warren G)
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C'mon (The Ruff Ryders)
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Flame on (Double R, baby)
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Flame on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
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[Drag-On]
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Aiyyo, y'all niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct tape
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Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush grapes
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I make the hardest shed a tear
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Give 'em a gun, if I had two right here
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Two over there, fuck playin' fair!
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Y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear
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Drag just burn that up and get it outta here
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Y'all think y'all goin' from heaven to hell?
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Y'all ain't goin' nowhere
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But in the same town on the same dirty ground
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And I don't care how you livin' it up
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I even got dead niggas shiverin' up
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You can bet I come diggin' you up
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Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
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Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
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The one open is at the tip of the nose
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When it blows, y'all so-called-pimps die hoes
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Don't bite rhymes or flows, just air mark
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Snap with a finger, have y'all wanted in dead park
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[Eve]
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Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
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Cock back, hold in position for combat
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Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
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Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
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[Shadow]
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Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
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Cock back, hold in position for combat
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Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
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Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
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[Eve]
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Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean?
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Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
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Since I had a snotty scream
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Was taught to die in a red beam
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Never ask when I need cash
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I'm a customer, I snatch your cream
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Soldier, cross-over, knock on my door
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Wit' Jahovah, huh, know the population's over
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I'm causing early retirements
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Cuz you blast last when I'm firing
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Dyin' in the blood you lyin' in
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Went from the full house to the raw house
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To niggas tryin' to rip my draws out
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Try it now, nigga, blow your jaw out
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You don't want my gun to go pow-pow
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Well, I'ma have your face the same color
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As a tongue of a chow-chow, nigga
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These ain't water pistols- they shoot many missles
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And when I set 'em off, they scar your bones to the grissle
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Only I knew how it was gonna come
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Put up in your baby-mom, for your only son
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I'm takin' e'eryone
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[Shadow]
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Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
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Cock back, hold in position for combat
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Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
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Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
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[Eve]
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Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
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Cock back, hold in position for combat
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Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
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Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
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[Shadow]
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Uh, I'm psychologically fucked up, know the truth
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See, I's sick, throwin' up Henny and ?Gook?
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POOF! Me gone, I pray for the death of my mother
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Until I woked up and hugged her, and told her that I loved her
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Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the ring
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Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiend
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Golden ice, I stole for the love of my wife
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Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump me
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Came home, of course as the king of my throne
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Back to Roley's, back to smokin' bones with coley
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My demo was better than a lot of y'all records
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Bed rocked your ass, calm down, so let the gun go
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I murdered some quick for dough
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Hit 'em up fast, watched them die extra slow
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I lock shop when I come through with the blue tops
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Smokin' a oo-whop, with all glocks cocked
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[Eve]
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Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
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Cock back, hold in position for combat
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Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
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Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
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[Shadow]
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Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
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Cock back, hold in position for combat
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Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
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Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
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[Eve]
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Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
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Cock back, hold in position for combat
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Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned
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Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
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[Shadow]
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Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that
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Cock back, hold in position for combat
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| Stand clear, all y'all cowards h |
