Drag Shit

<br>[Verse 1]<br>I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me sandman<br>Cuz while I smoke this up, I got coke to cut<br>Leavin niggas so doped up, they chokin off they throw up<br>Can`t even see straight, leanin like they need V8<br>Nigga call a g eighth, jail I can`t see me in<br>A year`s too long it`s only shorter you got three in<br>I run with niggas on the run from 25<br>Y`all only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray shit up<br>Keep braggin about your cars I`ma see drama before it happens<br>When I roll up hard, you wonder what the fuck cab I`m in<br>Cuz I can pop up and peel back and all I can promise is peel caps<br>With holes, like the bullets was damn near pose<br>I see your Lex duped out, your sunroof`s out<br>Now look at me droppin three in your dome two to your mouth<br>Leave a nigga head blowin his horn, with his signals on<br>Don`t lie before a snitch call cops I`m fall blocks<br>See I spit hard cuz I know that`s what y`all want<br>Y`all aint said it first, I`m droppin with a odor out my trunk<br>Now what the hell is that, you smell that?<br>All you see is a shoelace teared up from the back<br>Like I`m fishtailin a Ac<br>And who I sound like? C`mon dog my voice drown mics<br>But nigga don`t compare, stop talkin and come here<br>You know where I be at, BX and nigga bring that<br>I already got mine, the only difference I pop mine nigga<br><br>HOOK: Styles Paniro<br>Ruff Ryder nigga, carry the pound<br>Get engaged with these bullets, then marry the ground<br>Drag dash On the fire is real<br>We don`t talk about guns, we will pop our steel<br>You don`t sound like us, get down like us<br>Make a nigga mom frown like us, we Ruff Ryde<br>Til I say enough died, I`ma still bust mine<br>Finished with the pound, then I`m startin with the nine<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>I don`t sound close to niggas, niggas runnin around<br>Rollercoasting niggas, I make post of niggas<br>When I put the toast to niggas<br>Let me see y`all niggas run, cuz when I tote float niggas<br>And deep throat niggas<br>Spit flame, drop of a dime, drop of a quarter<br>I`m the real reason why niggas rush the border<br>They dont plea `bout they freedom, they just wanna see him<br>So I can speak words to tease em, and mislead em<br>To have `em smuggle me guns, smuggle me drugs<br>Fuckin with thugs, cuttin niggas up just out of love<br>Drag buy guns in New York, hell naw!<br>I got cubans send me cuban cigars for these bars<br>So fuck y`all cuz all I could tell y`all the rest is no tax<br>I`m fire so y`all could never be no macks<br>Last nigga touched that couldn`t get his skin back<br>Came in in all white, left out in all black<br>When I pop mine, my bullets ignore stop signs<br>So when you feel a burnin sensation, know it`s clock time<br>You know like 2 to 6, or 3 to 9<br>9 to 12 and under that, aint nothin but shells<br>Pick em up, throw em right at myself<br>Tell a kid this is for every bad month that daddy sent to hell<br>Those that wanna be like, shoulda just been Mike<br>And when you see me in the streets, we could do it like Nike<br><br>HOOK