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This thing right here is for my people |
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In the streets, |
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(swizz beats),and this thing right here will |
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Take ya ass of ya feet. |
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Verse one: drag-on |
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They call me drag-on |
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It's time to ball |
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Im gonna burn'em all |
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To they all say turn'em off |
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These chips i gonna earn'em all |
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Chicken heads know i be the kernall |
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Cause i burn internall |
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Mixed with the inferno |
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So be careful for i burn you |
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You better learn duke |
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Yeah, i heard you |
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But i'm gonna hurt you |
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What you don't know |
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Ours verse who? |
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Is a virtue |
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Ruff ryders be the team |
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Which means |
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A lot of cream |
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Runin' skeems |
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Stunnin' beams |
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To make ya'll stop drop right on the scene |
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This nigga here is to hot |
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And to much |
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For you to touch |
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Betta tell ya man |
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If two touch |
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Then he too will get you bust |
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You bust? |
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We do |
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You can ask people |
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But quitly |
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They don't believe us til they lead violate |
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Is you buyin' this |
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Cause niggaz that purchase |
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Is under the dirt kid |
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They call me drag-on |
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I'm the youngest |
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But get bunka's |
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Callabo wit' my dogz from yonka's |
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Plus these bronx bomba's |
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Spittin' flame to the gutta |
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But ya all get flamed |
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Chorus x2: DMX |
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My dogz gon' stop |
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Ya'll dogz gon' drop |
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Then we gon' |
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Shut'em down open up shop |
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First we had'em like ooohhhh |
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Now they like nnnooo |
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What baby, that's how ruff ryders roll |
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Verse two: jadakiss |
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When i pop up |
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I lock shop up |
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Pull the drop up |
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Park a block up |
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Hit the alarm put the top up |
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Stash the dro in my sock |
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Then pull my sock up |
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Keep the burner |
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But if it's hot put my glock up |
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You know what i'm about |
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Slidin' off get my cock sucked |
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Writin' rhymes watchin' scarface in the hot tub |
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What you wanna bet |
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When i pull it out |
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If you don't shout |
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Then every bullet will go in and out |
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Who you besides kiss take a piss |
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In a bottle of cryse (crystal) |
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Then give it to a modelin' bitch |
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And you like ya watch plain |
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I'ma flood mine |
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Alligator bloodeline |
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Trade the finest coke |
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And write one time |
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Verse 3: styles |
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Ya niggaz ain't hearin' me out |
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Til i pop up appear in ya house |
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Clearin' it out holiday style |
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Everybody actin' violent and wild |
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Snatch the wife silence the child |
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That's how we move |
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Kill me, my man kill you |
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That's how you lose |
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I ruff ryde |
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I don't like to slide felt that i sliped |
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And the gunz only helpin' the clip |
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And the clips only my hand |
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And like who the fuck is helpin' ya man |
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When i cock back and hop the van |
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Double r |
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Get a jar |
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Play the shit in the car |
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Hit the party start a fight at the bar |
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Snatch ya r (rolex) |
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Sell ya shit for some coke |
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And get the fuck out the dogde |
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Verse four: E-V-E |
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Cats you, figga |
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That my niggaz flippa |
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With the trigger |
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News teams crowd around try to flick a picture |
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Get wit ya, this bitch runnin'it down to ya quicka |
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Nigga not makin' sence |
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Betta stay up off the liquor |
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Blonde bomb shell |
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Karamel, heavy spitta |
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Groupies sayin' i'm they sista |
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Hush ya mouth for i hit ya |
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Sickenin' wise guys and thugs and bullshitta's |
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Take you for a ride cover up ya eyes |
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Then i hit ya |
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Used to be shya now i'm a ruff ryda |
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Fake niggaz play me close |
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When they used to ride by ya |
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Snatchin' up ya figures frontin' know |
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You niggas, hatta's screamin' |
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Who that bitch |
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Mind ya business nigga |
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Chorus x2 |
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Verse 5: DMX |
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X is gonna hit ya niggaz hard |
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Leave ya niggaz scared |
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Fuckin' wit' the dog |
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When you fuckin wit' the god |
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Rip that niggaz heart |
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Faggot niggaz saw |
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Remember me from up north |
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I had you scared to cough |
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My name is ringin' bells |
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In penatentary cells |
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I makin' thugs rebell |
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It ain't hard to tell |
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You never really wanted it |
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Saw the mic yo jumped in front of it |
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Out of sixteen i'm gonna hit |
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Which one of you niggaz am i gonna get |
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Thought you knew what i was gonna spit |
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This time, wit' this rhyme |
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By the end of it |
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Ya niggaz is gon' be like yo x riped it |
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Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop |
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You cats can't be for real i got this shit locked |
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It's not a game or a joke |
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To my name or get smoked |
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Simple as that simple as black |
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To the throught |
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Hit'em all under the coat |
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Now you losen' yo life |
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Rrrrrrrrr a dog is a dog for life. |