| Lyrics: | (feat. Drag-On, Eve, Shadow)
[Drag-On (Warren G)]
C'mon (The Ruff
Ryders)
Flame on (Double R, baby)
Flame on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon,
c'mon
[Drag-On]
Aiyyo, y'all 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!
Y'all niggas like loose-leaf
paper, easy to tear
Drag just burn that up and get it outta here
Y'all think y'all goin'
from heaven to hell?
Y'all ain't goin' nowhere
But in the same town on the same dirty
ground
And I don't 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, y'all so-called-pimps die hoes
Don't bite rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a
finger, have y'all wanted in dead park
[Eve]
Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got
that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been
warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
[Shadow]
Anything that's dealin'
with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y'all
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
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