*featuring Twista
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[Swizz Beatz:]
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We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up
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We know y'all sittin' on 20's
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We know y'all reppin' your hood
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But how many y'all KILL!!!
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[Twista]
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Bounce that ass, load them cribs,
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let me see the mobbin' niggaz that, uhh, talk shit
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While these muthatfuckaz be scummy and'll go for the money,
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ready to ride when they holdin' a lick
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Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks,
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the real gun runner never run when he bust
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Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt,
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sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
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Hoes with ass and no gut
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let me see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE
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Niggaz if it's static, then pass me the strap,
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gonna RIDE 'Til MY RIDE
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All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi,
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let's get buck up in the club
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And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP
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All the homeys on the block,
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anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
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Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack,
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til a nigga bust, they bustin' back
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Guys that'll roll them dice and win,
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girls with 'fits that show the skin
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Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen,
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real hoes let your best friend know about men
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Cause I be squeezin' ass
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and'll make a full glass disappear like a genie
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Move to the LOX and Beanie,
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while them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
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It's like no nigga in the world could see me
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when I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
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Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes,
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if you want herb we got bombs
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[Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)]
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Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
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For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood
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What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista (Wanna kill me)
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Gangsta (Let's ride), hustla (Feel me)
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[Drag-On]
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By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight,
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and this kid spit fire light
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And the bitch I don' fucked like last night,
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I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic
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Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine that I read,
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is when I buy my gun from it
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How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach,
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I suggest y'all run from it
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And the click-click from the calico, I gotta go,
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make it pimp with a lot of hoes
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I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that dough,
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cookin' that coke to a pot of gold
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Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop,
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I don't care I gotta cap me a cop
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As long as I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough glocks
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Drag open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
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Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on me
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I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me
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And the only on leavin' is me
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And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
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All the Roc is E-N-Y-C-E, in the NYC with the white T
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All I really do is
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R-U-double F, R-Y-D-E, D-R-A-G, to the dash O-N
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Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin',
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with your insides open
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[Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)]
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[Swizz Beatz:]
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ERRRRRRR!!!!
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Hold the fuck up!
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Slow down!
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Drag, Twista, listen up
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These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out here
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(They damn sure don't)
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This is volume 2 (volume 2)
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Nigga, so, get ignorent!
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[Chorus: Twista (Drag-On)]
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[Twista]
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Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
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Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
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When I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
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If your momma cry there's nothin' I could do
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Should not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
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When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it don't you break it
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You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
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I don' drunk a boo muthafucka, so you know I'm lit up
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Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a stick up
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[Drag-On (Swizz Beatz):]
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This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up,
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lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista,
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let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya
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I love the dirty south, that's why I gotta dirty mouth
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that'll burn you out
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Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out,
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especially when I tell her turn around
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I don' hurt her now
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Shit'll come back, and I think it's time to get murdered now
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