Drag On Respect My Gangsta lyrics

Drag On Respect My Gangsta lyrics

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Send "Drag On Respect My Gangsta" Ringtone to your Cell Yeah, what up? New York City, what up? This your boy, to the Dash S.P., Double R Hell and Back Styles straight out the penn [Styles P] You don`t like my shit you could bite my dick I got a case, I`ma fight my shit I got a blunt, I`ma light my shit I`ma chain smoke with cocaine sellers Stick up kid took the game over Niggaz hate death, still gotta break necks I`m at the dealer coppin shit they ain`t make yet You think you`re nigga happy, I`m just trigger happy Phone ring a lot, niggaz throwin figgas at me I got major plans, you get in the way And your throat is the place where my banger lands You don`t wanna anger me, upset me or startle me You don`t want a part of me, I`m goin for the arteries And I`m a colt-45 user, G-Host to the game of death You about to die loser This is Holiday and Dash-On We burn a whole fuckin house down so I don`t need a mask on [Chorus: Drag-On & Styles x2] You don`t respect my flow you gon respect my gangsta Or get stabbed with this motherfuckin banger Tell `em P You don`t like my shit you could bite my dick I got a case I`ma fight my shit This for the streets [Drag-On] Nigga don`t think cause you hot today you can`t be in the fridge tomorrow If you a family man I`ll send you back your kids in a jar You bought your soldiers, nigga I was raised with mine I got three kids, four, five, but I raise my nine I`ll have yall niggaz missin your moms Then let you find her wearin long sleeves but missin her arms And ain`t nothin for me to twist ya wig All I gotta do is puff some weed then listen to B.I.G Then come back and level the city I got my money up, my band is thirty, my bezzle is fifty My vest weigh fifteen, bannana hold sixty So I can run slow and hit you up swiftly Extort rappers, they break me down half of their check I keep a banger that`ll break down half of your neck I done been through hell and back, jail and bail me back Drag and S.P.`ll blow off half of your chest [Chorus] [Styles P] It`s like a kodak moment come capture this How I motherfuckin fracture shit, yall niggaz talkin blaphemis Motherfuckers we make classic shit, matter fact I`ll mash ya shit Yall niggaz like potatoes to me And I might be high but you look good with a halo to me And I ain`t got a problem wit a problem Fuck `em cause I know he gon die with a nine in his noggin [Drag-On] Yeah, Drag back with the Ghost You know what that means, more vests and a lot more toast I`m a lot older plus a lot more violent Tip of my guns covered, it`s a lot more silent My niggaz pop off off imposts Murder ya kinfolks and we ain`t even fuckin start wildin So be cautious nigga or be in the coffin nigga Cause we`ll bring it to the hardest or the softest nigga [Chorus) Send " Respect My Gangsta" Ringtone to your Cell Drag On Respect My Gangsta lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Drag On Respect My Gangsta lyrics @ ELyrics | Drag On Respect My Gangsta lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Drag On Respect My Gangsta lyrics @ Songlyrics | Drag On Respect My Gangsta lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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