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[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 she'd 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 I'm a customer, I snatch your cream Soldier, cross-over, knock on my door Wit' Jahovah, huh, know the population's over I'm causing early retirements 'cause you blast last when I'm 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 don't want my gun to go pow-pow Well, I'ma have your face the same color As a tongue of a chow-chow, nigga These ain't 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 I'm takin' e'eryone [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] 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] Uh, I'm psychologically fucked up, know the truth See, I's 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 Roley's, back to smokin' bones with coley My demo was better than a lot of y'all 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 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] 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 [Warren G] See now, there it go Y'all 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, that's how we doin' it, like that for y'all In the '99
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