We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all up We know y'all sittin' on We know y'all your hood But how y'all kill
Bounce ass, load them cribs Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that talk While these muthatfuckaz be And'll go for the
Ready to when they holdin' a lick with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks The real gun never run when he bust Henny and he mobs in the front, a 'dro blunt
with a fifty sack under the nuts Hoes ass and no gut Let me see you jiggle it from side to Niggaz if it's static pass me the strap
Gonna ride my ride All the hoes that'll niggaz, with the 'fedi Let's get buck up in the And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up All the homeys on the
Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a Serve too, we got a 'Lac, hustlin' pack Til a bust, they bustin' back Guys that'll roll them and win with 'fits that show the skin
Real niggaz mind your best at the pen Real hoes let your friend know about men I be squeezin' ass And'll make a glass disappear like a genie Move to the LOX and
While them hoes that thang up on my weenie It's like no nigga in the world see me When I Ruff Ryde with Rollin' up big in a Mercedes If you want herb we got
(Drag-On) (Drag-On)
Gotta kick shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz For the ones who pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood What do a nigga say when he say and Twista? (Wanna me?) Gangsta, let's ride, feel me
By know everybody should know, that the kid tight And this kid spit light And the bitch I fucked like last night I don't a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic
'Cause the only magazine that I read Is I buy my gun from it How many bullets you could digest in one stomach? I suggest run from it
And the from the Calico, I gotta go Make it, pimp, a lot of hoes I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' dough that coke to a pot of gold
'Cause my rainbow is every color top that cop I don't I gotta cap me a cop As as I got enough money to cop me A drop, pop enough
Drag, open up by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case creep upon me I run up on y'all in a cab with a on me And the on leavin' is me
And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to with me All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T All I do is argue
F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N Catch me, potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin' With your open
(Drag-On) (Drag-On)
Hold the fuck up, slow Drag, Twista, up These muthafuckaz don't know real out here (They damn don't) This is 2 (Volume 2) Nigga, so, get
(Drag-On) (Drag-On)
Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be Smokin' on tropical, all missions impossible I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you If your momma cry there's I could do
Should fucked with Mr. Illogical When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', it, don't you break it You booty to shapey, can't take it, see you naked I don' drunk a boo muthafucka so you I'm lit up Everybody get up, witha a Twista, it's a stick up
This where the shit pick up, let me this clip up Lust pour me liquor, Flame-On and Twista see if you murdered who'll miss ya I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty that'll burn you out
Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll her out Especially when I tell her around, I don' hurt her now Shit'll come and I think it's time to get murdered now I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, like my shit
You make me pull a all nighter Standin' in of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter Now hit, we won't ya, Drag-On and Twista (Puttin' it on 'em)