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[DMX]

Def myself man, fuck that

Chorus: [DMX]

Drag-On, niggas act on

Messin with the team, its gon be a sad song

X will bring the day and the night

Cuz we get it right, hit it right, get it right,
spit it right

[DMX]

Moves is made, niggas is paid, that's just how it
is

When my time is up I'ma be out but I'ma try to
live

I'm eatin day by day, aint nothin sweet about it

Act like you don't know what I'm sayin then you
read about it

Built for war like a armadillo

Smother yo' ass with too good a pilllow

Hear my shit is brillo

Manic depressive and my head hurts

Since theres a dead thirst I'll wet first

Now wait a minute it gets worse

I can't control what I own inside

So I take it out on the soul of that kid that
died

Spit fire, cross niggas like barbecues

Mobbin crews, strippin niggas, robbin crews

And put him speechless, when I made him eat this

Hollow tip and you can follow grip

You be like Kim and aint gon swallow shit

Don't know the half, couldn't know the math

To understand the wrath of a man split in half

But he got what he wanted, shot for three hundred

Shit is tight and a nigga that's right gots to
run it

Aint no question, that's how I get down

Niggas know gimme yo' dough and yo' hoe, and here
take these fo'

Hot things I got things that make niggas spin

Put niggas in the wind, where you never see
niggas again

Bless a nigga with fifties the thin types

And a straight blast that'll put pinstripes
across your windpipe

CHORUS 2X

[Drag-On]

Drag opposite water more than a spot order

My flows cause fire then bring holes

Takes more than a pump to out this little punk

'less that pump is a twelve, and I get popped,
still I burn to hell

Call the police and whatever they don't seize

And put in they mouth, and catch freeze, tell em
throw Drag some keys

Don't care how many oyeas I gotta make believe

If you nervous, you don't deserve it poppi please

Cats stealin gats y'all probably will get hit

Well I'm the future let's see y'all copy this,
stopping this

Since a tiny kid like, mommy buy me this

Since she always told me no, started stealin on
some grimy shit

Like look at that, now look at that slide it in
my bookbag

I'm who, parents point they fingers at, get from
that hoodrat

And put it back, fuck tough, while y'all cook
crack

I'm cocaine, throw me in the pot, I rise to the
top

With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more
pegs

Stil put them holes in yo' head, til it's mushy
like dough bread

Cuz that vest only protects that chest

And if I decide to get ice, don't get to
fascinated

Or it's my bullet, your brain, mashed potatoes

Double R got me comin hard on you haters

Cuz we the streets black and y'all belong beneath
that

CHORUS 2X