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Swizz Beatz:We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw upWe know y'all sittin' on 20'sWe know y'all reppin' your hoodBut how many y'all KILL!!![Twista]Bounce that ass, load them cribs, let me see the mobbin' niggaz that, luv to talk talk shitWhile these muthatfuckaz be scummy and'll go for the money, ready to ride when they holdin' a lickThugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks, the real gun runner never run when he bustHenny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt, sippin' with a fifty sack under the nutsHoes with ass and no gut let me see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDENiggaz if it's static, then pass me the strap, gonna RIDE 'Til MY RIDEAll the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi, let's get buck up in the clubAnd all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UPAll the homeys on the block, anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sackServe too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack, til a nigga bust, they bustin' backGuys that'll roll them dice and win, girls with 'fits that show the skinReal niggaz mind your best friend at the pen, real hoes let your best friend know about menCause I be squeezin' ass and'll make a full glass disappear like a genieMove to the LOX and Beanie, while them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenieIt's like no nigga in the world could see me when I Ruff Ryde with Drag-OnRollin' up big babies in a Mercedes, if you want herb we got bombsChorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugzFor the ones that smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hoodWhat do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista (kill me)Gangsta (Let's ride), hustla (Feel me)[Drag-On]By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight, and this kid spit fire lightAnd the bitch I don' fucked like last night, I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half micCause the only muthafuckin' magazine that I read, is when I buy my gun from itHow many bullets you could digest in that one stomach, I suggest y'all run from itAnd the click-click from the calico, I gotta go, make it pimp with a lot of hoesI'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that dough, cookin' that coke to a pot of goldCause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop, I don't care I gotta cap me a copAs long as I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough glocksDrag open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condosKeep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on meI run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on meAnd the only on leavin' is meAnd the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with meAll the Roc is E-N-Y-C-E, in the NYC with the white TAll I really do is R-U double F, R-Y-D-ED-R-A-G, to the dash O-NCatch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin', with your insides openChorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)Swizz Beatz:ERRRRRRR!!!!Hold the fuck up!Slow down!Drag, Twista, listen upThese muthafuckaz don't know what's real out here(They damn sure don't)This is volume 2 (volume 2)Nigga, so, get ignorent!Chorus: Twista (Drag-On)[Twista]Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophicalSmokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossibleWhen I up the block at you, I'ma pop at youIf your momma cry there's nothin' I could doShould not've fucked with Mr. IllogicalWhen I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it don't you break itYou booty to sacred, can't take it, wanna see you nakedI don' drunk a boo muthafucka, so you know I'm lit upEverybody get up, sweat for tha Twista, it's a stick upDrag-On (Swizz Beatz):This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up, just pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista, let's see if you murdered who'll miss yaI love the dirty south, that's why I gotta dirty mouth that'll burn you outTell your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out, especially when I tell her turn aroundI don' hurt her nowShit'll come back, and I think it's time to get murdered nowI'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shitYou gon' make me pull a all nighterStandin' infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighterThat way we won't miss ya, Drag-On and Twista(Puttin' it on 'em!)
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Data dodania: 2011-02-22

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