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Drag-On
What?
T-S nigg*
Y'all don't know?
Drag-On
Aiyyo its on, I see how didn't learn
You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn
Its on, me and Pun ain't from the Bronx
You's wrong, nigg* we can get it on
Aiyyo, guns we toss 'em, and bodies we auction
To his family we tell 'em he owed us a fortune
Gimme forty-thou, you can have your child, you don't know
What I had to go through, to clap this clown, check my background
The last nigg* to see you bleed, the last nigg* to see you breath
The last nigg* you wish you shoulda believed
And Drag move quick, blend right into a wall like a brick
The only thing you see before I blow off ya s**t is my wrist
'Cuz my hand the gun is covered in
Not this range, when I pump this pistol, its very rare I miss it
d*mn it on ya lips
Y'all keep talkin like y'all teflon with no weap-ons
nigg* I'm pumpin my four, I ain't throwin no more
Nowadays run upstairs, open they drawer
My circumstance, you ain't got that chance mines in my draw, you get it?
Thats means y'all walks for two d*cks, so don't be stupid
and make me use one unless you ?that b*tch?
Big Pun
Aiyyo its one, you thought I was wack
You was wrong, album double plat
Yo its on, stop talkin s**t
You was wrong, get off my d*ck
How dare you doubt on the ???, Big Pun the undoubtable
The only rapper that'll pull out a gun and slap the s**t outta you
You can't tell me nothin, I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly button
I'm too violent for this rap s**t, I should be out somehwere killin som'thin
Too quick to blast, some talk s**t and dash
But I really will KICK YOUR ASS
Juggernaut, I don't care if you a thug or not
I'll get Jamaican on ya ass, boy, with the Bambaclad
On your mark get ready, run, I'm sparkin everyone
The one get locked stand back and watch where you from
How dare you come and try to s**t where I eat
fk you nigg*, literally
d*ck in your cheeks, you rich in the street
But I'm still gon' hit y'all
because up north you be tossin salads with maple syrup
I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know this one
Why you always gotta be right nigg*, why can't you ever be wrong
Fat Joe
Now its on, from the Bronx where its at
You was wrong, me and Pun brought it back
Now its on, stay on with the gat
You was wrong, its the Don, Joey Crack
Who the fk want beef with Joe Crack
Make your body fold back
Lift his soul with the chrome mack
I don't chat on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped
You heard theres money on the block we control that
I got the work in the pot where that stove at
Cook it up 'til its wack, get my dough back
You so wack, tryin'a compete
I blind you with heat, I'm the real crime on the street
I die for my peeps, keep an open eye when I sleep
Let you slide when I coulda put five in your Jeep
Who's liver than me? I ain't know you really want it
I'm like Christ, beg for they life when they see me comin
Ain't nobody gonna stop my shine, you out your mind
Don't make me have to c*ck my nine, pop ya spine
Neva did believe in the Don's
since ninety-two I've been proving that y'all was wrong
Remi Martin
Aiyyo, its on, though I'd stay on the block
You was wrong, now Remi on the rock
So its on, thought I wasn't gonna drop
You was wrong, I was right all along
I told these , that I was the sickest b*tch
And everytime you spit, I'ma spit some sicker s**t
Ridicoulous, I reminise when I blaze the track
Tight s**t, make a nigg* wanna play ya back
I'm hatin that, but I'ma make 'em all believers
fk hot, I'ma come and straight drop a fever
Cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader
And for the followers, I'ma leave their heads hollower
Make your wig twisted as if I was Oliver
Layin in a hospital, hooked up the monitors
Thats for the game, y'all lames just came to first
'Cuz I ain't neva heard a b*tch straight flame a verse
I blame the church, how God let you lie like that
Who scribed you for, 'cuz you ain't neva rhymed like that
How the fk you gon' tell me that chick is tight
She ain't 'aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrong
Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah Baby