[Drag-On]
What?
T-S n****
Y'all don't know?
[Drag-On]
Aiyyo its on, I see how n****s didn't learn
You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn
Its on, me and Pun ain't from the Bronx
You's wrong, n**** we can get it on
Aiyyo, guns we toss 'em, and bodies we auction
To his family we tell 'em he owed us a fortune
Gimme forty-thou, you can have yo' child, you don't know
What I had to go through, to clap this clown, check my background
The last n**** to see you bleed, the last n**** to see you breath
The last n**** you wish you shoulda believed
And Drag move quick, blend right into a wall like a brick
The only thing you see before I blow off ya s**t is my wrist
'Cuz my hand the gun is covered in
Not this range, when I pump this pistol, its very rare I miss it
Damn it on ya lips
Y'all keep talkin like y'all teflon with no weap-ons
N**** I'm pumpin my four, I ain't throwin no more
Nowadays n****s run upstairs, open they drawer
My circumstance, you ain't got that chance mines in my draw, you get it?
Thats means y'all walks for two d***s, so don't be stupid
and make me use one unless you ?that b****?
[Big Pun]
Aiyyo its one, you thought I was wack
You was wrong, album double plat
Yo its on, stop talkin s**t
You was wrong, get off my d***
How dare you doubt on the ??, Big Pun the undoubtable
The only rapper that'll pull out a gun and slap the s**t outta you
You can't tell me nothin, I'll clonk you and stomp out ya belly button
I'm too violent for this rap s**t, I should be out somehwere killin som'thin
Too quick to blast, some n****s talk s**t and dash
But I really will KICK YOUR A**
Juggernaut, I don't care if you a thug or not
I'll get Jamaican on ya a**, boy, with the Bambaclad
On your mark get ready, run, I'm sparkin everyone
The one get locked stand back and watch where you from
How dare you come and try to s**t where I eat
F**k you n****, literally
Dick in your cheeks, you rich in the street
But I'm still gon' hit cha'll n****s
because up north you be tossin salads with maple syrup
I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know this one
Why you always gotta be right n****, why can't you ever be wrong
[Fat Joe]
Now its on, from the Bronx where its at
You was wrong, me and Pun brought it back
Now its on, stay on with the gat
You was wrong, its the Don, Joey Crack
Who the f**k want beef with Joe Crack
Make your body fold back
Lift his soul with the chrome mack
I don't chat on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped
You heard theres money on the block we control that
I got the work in the pot where that stove at
Cook it up 'til its wack, get my dough back
You n****s so wack, tryin'a compete
I blind you with heat, I'm the reason crime on the street
I die for my peeps, keep an open eye when I sleep
Let you slide when I coulda put five in your Jeep
Who's liver than me? I ain't know you really want it
I'm like Christ, n****s beg for they life when they see me comin
Ain't nodoby gonna stop my shine, you out'cho mind
Don't make me have to cock my nine, pop ya spine
Neva did believe in the Don's
since ninety-two I've been proving that y'all n****s was wrong
[Remi Martin]
Aiyyo, its on, though I'd stay on the block
You was wrong, now Remi on the rock
So its on, thought I wasn't gonna drop
You was wrong, I was right all along
I told these n****s, that I was the sickest b****
And everytime you spit, I'ma spit some sicker s**t
Ridicoulous, I reminise when I blaze the track
Tight s**t, make a n**** wanna play ya back
I'm hatin that, but I'ma make 'em all believers
F**k hot, I'ma come and straight drop a fever
Cop a heater, turn around and pop your leader
And for the followers, I'ma leave their heads hollower
Make your wig twisted as if I was Oliver
Layin in a hospital, hooked up the monitors
Thats for the game, y'all lames just came to first
'Cuz I ain't neva heard a b**** straight flame a verse
I blame the church, how God let you lie like that
Who scribed you for, 'cuz you ain't neva rhymed like that
How the f**k you gon' tell me that chick is tight
She ain't 'aight 'cuz she don't write, you wrong
Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah Baby
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