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[drag-on] (warren g)

Cmon (the ruff ryders)

Flame on (double r, baby)

Flame on, cmon, cmon, cmon, cmon



[drag-on]

Aiyyo, yall niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct tape

Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush grapes

I make the hardest shed a tear

Give em a gun, if I had two right here

Two over there, fuck playin fair!

Yall niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear

Drag just burn that up and get it outta here

Yall think yall goin from heaven to hell?

Yall aint goin nowhere

But in the same town on the same dirty ground

And I dont care how you livin it up

I even got dead niggas shiverin up

You can bet I come diggin you up

Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by

Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus

The one open is at the tip of the nose

When it blows, yall so-called-pimps die hoes

Dont bite rhymes or flows, just air mark

Snap with a finger, have yall wanted in dead park



[eve]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[shadow]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[eve]

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean?

Same bitch that tried to put irv gotti teams

Since I had a snotty scream

Was taught to die in a red beam

Never ask when I need cash

Im a customer, I snatch your cream

Soldier, cross-over, knock on my door

Wit jahovah, huh, know the populations over

Im causing early retirements

Cuz you blast last when Im firing

Dyin in the blood you lyin in

Went from the full house to the raw house

To niggas tryin to rip my draws out

Try it now, nigga, blow your jaw out

You dont want my gun to go pow-pow

Well, ima have your face the same color

As a tongue of a chow-chow, nigga

These aint water pistols- they shoot many missles

And when I set em off, they scar your bones to the grissle

Only I knew how it was gonna come

Put up in your baby-mom, for your only son

Im takin eeryone



[shadow]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[eve]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[shadow]

Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, know the truth

See, is sick, throwin up henny and ? gook?

Poof! me gone, I pray for the death of my mother

Until I woked up and hugged her, and told her that I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the ring

Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiend

Golden ice, I stole for the love of my wife

Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump me

Came home, of course as the king of my throne

Back to roleys, back to smokin bones with coley

My demo was better than a lot of yall records

Bed rocked your ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I murdered some quick for dough

Hit em up fast, watched them die extra slow

I lock shop when I come through with the blue tops

Smokin a oo-whop, with all glocks cocked



[eve]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[shadow]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[eve]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[shadow]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[warren g]

See now, there it go

Yall got it

The east coast west coast collabo

Warren g doin it with my niggas from the ruff ryders

Eve, my nigga drag-on

Yeah, thats how we doin it, like that for yall

In the 99

[drag-on] (warren g)

Cmon (the ruff ryders)

Flame on (double r, baby)

Flame on, cmon, cmon, cmon, cmon



[drag-on]

Aiyyo, yall niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct tape

Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush grapes

I make the hardest shed a tear

Give em a gun, if I had two right here

Two over there, fuck playin fair!

Yall niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear

Drag just burn that up and get it outta here

Yall think yall goin from heaven to hell?

Yall aint goin nowhere

But in the same town on the same dirty ground

And I dont care how you livin it up

I even got dead niggas shiverin up

You can bet I come diggin you up

Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by

Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus

The one open is at the tip of the nose

When it blows, yall so-called-pimps die hoes

Dont bite rhymes or flows, just air mark

Snap with a finger, have yall wanted in dead park



[eve]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[shadow]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[eve]

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean?

Same bitch that tried to put irv gotti teams

Since I had a snotty scream

Was taught to die in a red beam

Never ask when I need cash

Im a customer, I snatch your cream

Soldier, cross-over, knock on my door

Wit jahovah, huh, know the populations over

Im causing early retirements

Cuz you blast last when Im firing

Dyin in the blood you lyin in

Went from the full house to the raw house

To niggas tryin to rip my draws out

Try it now, nigga, blow your jaw out

You dont want my gun to go pow-pow

Well, ima have your face the same color

As a tongue of a chow-chow, nigga

These aint water pistols- they shoot many missles

And when I set em off, they scar your bones to the grissle

Only I knew how it was gonna come

Put up in your baby-mom, for your only son

Im takin eeryone



[shadow]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[eve]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[shadow]

Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, know the truth

See, is sick, throwin up henny and ? gook?

Poof! me gone, I pray for the death of my mother

Until I woked up and hugged her, and told her that I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the ring

Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiend

Golden ice, I stole for the love of my wife

Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump me

Came home, of course as the king of my throne

Back to roleys, back to smokin bones with coley

My demo was better than a lot of yall records

Bed rocked your ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I murdered some quick for dough

Hit em up fast, watched them die extra slow

I lock shop when I come through with the blue tops

Smokin a oo-whop, with all glocks cocked



[eve]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[shadow]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[eve]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[shadow]

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all yall cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[warren g]

See now, there it go

Yall got it

The east coast west coast collabo

Warren g doin it with my niggas from the ruff ryders

Eve, my nigga drag-on

Yeah, thats how we doin it, like that for yall

In the 99

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