Drag-on - Niggas Die 4 Me (feat. DMX) Lyrics
[Drag-On]Uh, let's goWhoo! Drag-on baby[DMX]Come on1 - [DMX]My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with meMy niggas is the niggas gettin' high with meMy niggas is the niggas that'll die with meAnd we can get it onRepeat 1[Drag-On]Rigga niggas wanna see the Dog nigga bitebut this kid Drag strike a light***** five mics, my fire burn the wireCause we the niggas that plugWrap 'em in the rugFlames mini blowing on my hands like dustChicks wanna slurp?Ya guaranteed I'mma make 'em burpJust push your teeth to the curveAnd hum a wordSome nerve, cats think they can touch the torchYou don't know about my gun just for me to toss***** with the carsI don't care what kind of drop ya pushin'I put my fifteen through your top and dump bulletsYeah I see y'all cowards like to wear vestsWell I'mma aim a little higher like for you neckI puff lye, I'ma lift blunts till my arm look like PopeyeTil the day is bye-byeTil then 300G fly by, rentedSo foggy windows look tintedWe just be lookin' at your Roley at dem hot showsSo go 'head boy, get drunk, pop that Mo'Until I pull ya to the side, see the nine kid?And since you got that nice watchYou know what time it isCause Drag's clock say 7:30So sudden move and you gon' be left somewherereal dirty, dirtyDouble R, a camp where it's all champsAnd if y'all want to stop fire, open up a 'dantRepeat 1 (2x)Bet'cha niggas always wonderWhy Drag always spit fire?Why y'all always pop shit?About how I burn niggas till they chocolateCause I'm the opposite of H2O now ya knowFix your wrinkled face, my iron press more than clothesAnd girls I love 'em when I meet 'emMight eat 'emBut when they act up, it's like Turner TinaDon't me get the burnerCatch me in the low key Pontiac Sun sippin' Con-gacY'all know how that affects blacksSo you know I clash thatNo way I'mma blow all these gats and crack stacksI'mma lil' nigga so you know I run fastBut don't do much of it do a lot of gun bustingCause when I let off a clip I get a kickOutta seeing niggas run eyes open, hoping they don't tripYa hear the echoes blocks awayType of bricklayers that hear shots todayAnd give your blocks awayRun up on papi hey drop the yayAnd if he don't stallThis world be popped tomorrowDrag-On speaks with a stutter, but I rhyme wellSo like a dead snitch it's hard to tellDirty, dirty niggas wordThis is to my grimy, grimy niggas wordThis is to my RR niggas, wordYeah cause we double R niggas ya heard?(Come on)Repeat 1 (6x)
