lirik lagu drag on - d-x-l (hard white)
holiday styles
b-tch, i get you shot in the head or shot in the neck
if i ain’t gettin’ proper respect
i don’t care if you rap, i still spit in your grill
i don’t give a f-ck, never have, never will
if it ain’t on your hip, then you’re lookin’ to die
i ain’t tryin’ to be the n-gg- that’s gonna look at the sky
ask god why i’m broke, b-tch, i’m cooking the pie
we all gon’ die, sooner or later, matter of time
my n-gg-z sell crack, with a package of dimes
hundred or more, in front of the store, waitin’ to bubble
brand new nine, and an eight in a bubble
i put sixteen above ya neck, i love my set
n-gg-z think they a thug, then thug to death
(uh-huh)
’cause the p gonna squeeze till no slugs is left
(what)
you know i’m good with a hundred of ‘dro, gun and an o
you think your sh-t b-tter? hop in front of this toast
yo, aiyyo, aiyyo
i say what i want, f-ck what y’all think is cool
and i hate cops, ’cause most y’all was d-cks in school
no p-ssy gettin’ n-gg-z tryin’ to cuff the god
play sheik out in the yard, but that sh-t too hard
my dough too long, nowadays my flow too strong
what y’all make in a year, i kick that for a song
check my car, i don’t care, i don’t play fair
keep some sh-t in the stash box, then get me the chair
and it don’t buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
i’m a true thug n-gg-, bring it straight to your crew
small yell when i rap, i’m basically talkin’ to you
you see the pain in my eye? n-gg-, the flame in my eye?
i’m tryin’ to leave my kids some real f-ckin’ change when i die
from rappin’ or tellin’ some cat to reach for the sky
i’m that hunt down n-gg-, with the four pound n-gg-
bounty hunt your whole crew till my bullets go through, what?
yo, yo, yo, yo all i need is a big gun and a coupe that’s crazy quick
a nice house with five rooms, maybe six
a town where money is coming, eighty bricks
break ’em down to all twenties, is a crazy flip
bet you never even felt the heat
till i put the m1 next to your waves and melt the grease
streets help n-gg-z, n-gg-z don’t help the streets
y’all use beats for help, we help the beats
who want it with me? who want it with sheek? who want it with p?
if i say so myself, it’s a wonderful three
be in the hood with all your jewels in the glove box
same n-gg-s that-a rob you love l.o.x.
(uh)
all types of burners, even snub glocks
(uh)
nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats
(uh)
find your man dead in the trunk of a car
(uh)
it’s jada responsible for breakin’ your heart
(uh)
uh
creep through the streets
for some of y’all rappers, that’s mighty hard
me the security? protectin’ my body? i let my shotty guard
put chill pills in brains, bullets like tylenol
make n-gg-z drowsy from the blood loss, got ’em noddin’ off
and take casket naps, f-ck that you shoulda never let this b-st-rd rap
all i know is cold winter, hot slugs through your snorkel
no parents, tale from my horror’s no morals
raised in the wrong era, with no guidance
so you dyin’? it’s no problem, no lyin’
drag’s fire, so ya hamburger beef? i french-fry ’em
to drag done ate your food
like i know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up
drag barrels, but sh-t, i spit-bubble your skin up
drag scorch n-gg-z for dinner but season ’em well
i don’t brag i let the streets tell po’-po’ now you see he fell
uh, uh, now you motherf-ckers
know what my name means when you hear it in the streets
(uh)
y’all b-tches fear it cause you weak
you wanna hear it? i make it speak
(what?)
you ain’t ever bust a gun, but there’s a lot of greasy talkin’
(uh-huh)
what the science behind that son?
(i don’t know)
a lot of easy walkin’
i bust sh-t down got down kick down shot down
(uh, uh, uh, uh )
ain’t tryin’ to talk about what i got now, but i got now
(what)
i ain’t never sold a brick, i done stuck n-gg-z up
(c’mon)
and for talkin’ too much sh-t? i done f-cked n-gg-z up
(uh)
it can get “dark” for real, and i think you already know that
(uh-huh)
well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
now don’t act, cause actin’ might get you rollin’
with what you ain’t ready to handle
(uhh)
all that’s left of your memory, is a candle
(woo!)
it happens quick fast n-gg-, to b-tch -ss n-gg-z
talkin’ reckless behind your back, them kiss -ss n-gg-z
(uh)
from the rap sh-t to the street sh-t, i keep sh-t tight
let them cats spit that weak sh-t
(what)
i’m dog for life, n-gg-
they gon’ need extra guns and extra blocks
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
they gon’ need extra jails and extra cops
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
they gon’ need extra pits and extra glocks
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
they gon’ need extra chains and extra watches
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
they gon’ need extra guns and extra blocks
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
they gon’ need extra jails and extra cops
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
they gon’ need extra pits and extra glocks
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
they gon’ need extra chains and extra watches
(they wanna ruff ryde, ruff ryde, ruff ryde)
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