(feat. Drag-On, Eve, Shadow)
[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 shed 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
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