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Drag-On, Fiend

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Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume Three:

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[Drag-On]
Yeah, yeah, Volume Three
Real disrespectful on the one Unc`, uh-huh
I ain`t got no more respect for these niggaz, uh-uh
Icepick, where the fuck your knife at?

Now who the fuck wanna ryde with this gangsta nigga, thug nigga
.38 snub busters, slugs rush ya
I should be in anger management class, the way I`m aimin a mac
That`s how I let off frustration pertainin my past
Murder ya block, then Drag`s wavin at cabs
Feds is on cars that`s why they give him On-Star
Straight blood, when I walk in, throw on the red light bulbs
Then I throw my pinky ring on and writin up the club
I`m all real, y`all slight thugs, I`m just like
them Arabs, fuck a gat, I use a knife
Keep my dick sucked like, straws in soda
Y`all know the deal like, cards and poker, huh?
I`m a monster on the street, I`ll play all strips
I`ll beat down lyrics and stomp out beats and dump out clips
If I ain`t got it I crack knuckles on jaws, stab a couple on tour
Y`all faggots never knuckled up before, bitch

[Chorus 2X: Fiend]
We don`t give a fuck about none a y`all (none a y`all)
I`m talkin bout all y`all (all y`all)
Don`t make me grab the thing and get to runnin y`all (runnin y`all)
Every single motherfuckin one of y`all (one of y`all)

[Drag-On]
Listen up..
I bought a yellow banana six cause the way I peel off
Tommy gun banana clip, if you thinkin I`m soft
This`ll silence yo` ass quick, put a apple on the tip
Then go sip, apple martinis and laugh about this shit
Niggaz wanna look at my chest, nigga watch your eyes
cause, Drag`ll give you his change and give you a surprise
Cause when I ride, I put a heart in them niggaz and get `em live
then let my toast, put the ghost in niggaz and watch it rise
Yeah I look out for my niggaz, but I`m not a town hero
When I walk, I set fire to the floor like ground zero
I`m the reason niggaz jumpin out of buildings, shit
They better let that hard ground kill `em then they run down sizzlin
Got a hundred hidden guns in the wall where I live
So the only way I`m fightin for the wall is they comin to my crib
Double-R motherfucker, we runnin this shit
Cause every time we put in our guns y`all runnin and shit, bitch

[Chorus]

[Drag-On]
Listen, I wasn`t born with stats, but I might stand while y`all was young
I used to be on the cheese line cause I was born to be a rat
My race is like a pizza pie, y`all can get a slice
And it won`t be just them Arabs runnin around with they face wrapped
So if you a thug - throw these slugs!
And not at my vest, throw it at my mug
Cause my niggaz`ll get y`all back, love is love
Cause we all family and nigga blood is blood
I never back down, I put backs on grounds
that`ll make your mother pull out that all-black gown
Man FUCK this track, listen to how I sound
That`s your block, that`s your city, that`s your town?
BLADOOOOW! It`s mines now
Cause I ain`t drop a album in two years, it`s time now
Cause I know y`all all laughin, playin your John Madden
`til me and my niggaz kick open the door like {*BOOM*}

[Chorus] - 2X

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