*featuring Drag-On, Fat Joe, Remi Martin
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[Drag-On]
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What?
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T-S nigga
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Y'all don't know?
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[Drag-On]
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Aiyyo its on, I see how niggas didn't learn
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You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn
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Its on, me and Pun ain't from the Bronx
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You's wrong, nigga we can get it on
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Aiyyo, guns we toss 'em, and bodies we auction
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To his family we tell 'em he owed us a fortune
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Gimme forty-thou, you can have yo' child, you don't know
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What I had to go through, to clap this clown, check my background
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The last nigga to see you bleed, the last nigga to see you breath
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The last nigga you wish you shoulda believed
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And Drag move quick, blend right into a wall like a brick
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The only thing you see before I blow off ya shit is my wrist
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'Cuz my hand the gun is covered in
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Not this range, when I pump this pistol, its very rare I miss it
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Damn it on ya lips
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Y'all keep talkin like y'all teflon with no weap-ons
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Nigga I'm pumpin my four, I ain't throwin no more
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Nowadays niggas run upstairs, open they drawer
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My circumstance, you ain't got that chance mines in my draw, you get it?
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Thats means y'all walks for two dicks, so don't be stupid
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and make me use one unless you ?that bitch?
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[Big Pun]
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Aiyyo its one, you thought I was wack
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You was wrong, album double plat
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Yo its on, stop talkin shit
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You was wrong, get off my dick
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How dare you doubt on the ??, Big Pun the undoubtable
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The only rapper that'll pull out a gun and slap the shit outta you
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You can't tell me nothin, I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly button
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I'm too violent for this rap shit, I should be out somehwere killin som'thin
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Too quick to blast, some niggas talk shit and dash
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But I really will KICK YOUR ASS
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Juggernaut, I don't care if you a thug or not
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I'll get Jamaican on ya ass, boy, with the Bambaclad
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On your mark get ready, run, I'm sparkin everyone
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The one get locked stand back and watch where you from
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How dare you come and try to shit where I eat
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Fuck you nigga, literally
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Dick in your cheeks, you rich in the street
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But I'm still gon' hit cha'll niggas
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because up north you be tossin salads with maple syrup
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I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know this one
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Why you always gotta be right nigga, why can't you ever be wrong
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[Fat Joe]
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Now its on, from the Bronx where its at
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You was wrong, me and Pun brought it back
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Now its on, stay on with the gat
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You was wrong, its the Don, Joey Crack
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Who the fuck want beef with Joe Crack
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Make your body fold back
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Lift his soul with the chrome mack
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I don't chat on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped
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You heard theres money on the block we control that
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I got the work in the pot where that stove at
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Cook it up 'til its wack, get my dough back
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You niggas so wack, tryin'a compete
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I blind you with heat, I'm the reason crime on the street
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I die for my peeps, keep an open eye when I sleep
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Let you slide when I coulda put five in your Jeep
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Who's liver than me? I ain't know you really want it
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I'm like Christ, niggas beg for they life when they see me comin
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Ain't nodoby gonna stop my shine, you out'cho mind
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Don't make me have to cock my nine, pop ya spine
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Neva did believe in the Don's
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since ninety-two I've been proving that y'all niggas was wrong
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[Remi Martin]
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Aiyyo, its on, though I'd stay on the block
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You was wrong, now Remi on the rock
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So its on, thought I wasn't gonna drop
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You was wrong, I was right all along
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I told these niggas, that I was the sickest bitch
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And everytime you spit, I'ma spit some sicker shit
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Ridicoulous, I reminise when I blaze the track
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Tight shit, make a nigga wanna play ya back
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I'm hatin that, but I'ma make 'em all believers
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Fuck hot, I'ma come and straight drop a fever
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Cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader
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And for the followers, I'ma leave their heads hollower
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Make your wig twisted as if I was Oliver
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Layin in a hospital, hooked up the monitors
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Thats for the game, y'all lames just came to first
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'Cuz I ain't neva heard a bitch straight flame a verse
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I blame the church, how God let you lie like that
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Who scribed you for, 'cuz you ain't neva rhymed like tha
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You Was Wrong
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| Big Punisher |
