Drag-on - The Race Lyrics
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- The Race Lyrics
Album: Non-Album Songs Lyrics * send corrections to the typist [Drag-On] Yo, yo you ready? (Yeah) As soon as we get this ball B And when the ball come up in that court we gonna run up Straight up No looking back, just straight up Aight? (Aight) You ready? On your mark, get set, Go! [Verse 1] Check it, check how I run on niggaz Take the mask off, put the gun on niggaz (Uh-hu) Ya niggaz better do what I say like Simon Cuz I'm the nigga that push weight cuz I'm in My 4-4, long like hallways So you better run, straight run always I put my gun four ways Upside down, Side ways, and around all day I slain crack in the broad day Cuz "Momma been laid off" like Shaday Here today, gone tomorr- You know I stay hard like a porno star Check it, check how I'm back on niggaz D to the R,A,G, It's on niggaz Don't get shot, don't get stab Just get your bitches ass back in the lab And stay there I be, feeling up on your bitch Back, top down, pound in my lap Sounds like the sounds of the gat Top down, put the sun on bitches Clear your block out, right on niggaz Double R in the club, to the front of the vind I fucked your mother, now you a son of my bitch Not my mother, fucker (Get it, ha ha!) Nigga Drag just shitted Nigga don't get splitted Nigga what! [Drag-On -- acting out of breath] Aiyyo, you running too fast slow down (Hell yeah, we running a little bit too fast for these niggaz) Hell no B, we gotta get out of here [Verse 2] I love to run a marathon I make a lean hood nigga march like Fair Khan Cuz I, speak the truth when I'm in the Booth My words like steroids I give niggaz a boost 23 years old I stand on my own But if you count this chrome, I don't stand alone I don't got to watch my back, my niggaz do that, my bitch massage that, my car garage that I only put it out when it's time to front But ain't no future in that, so I only drove it once I'm not a C.O. like them fucking jerks I'm C.O. of the streets cuz I put in work Like if I tell one of my niggaz, "Grab that" Cuz if you would have been in Baghdad, you would have been grab that I'm sick of mothers saying "Please that's my only son" Listen ma, this nigga is done you need to have another one Rich or broke I'm still gonna get it If it's little or alot, I'm still gonna spend it If the FED's asks me, if I did (Yeah I did it) Ya niggaz ain't built for bids Ya niggaz is built for bitches (Snitches) [Drag-On -- running] Yeah niggaz I told ya niggaz my flow went circles around you niggaz If ya can't keep up, catch up with me Matter of fact, catch that {*sound of two gun shots*}
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