文本歌词

DMX FDrag On &The L O X
Miscellaneous
D X L
Hard White
Holiday Styles
B***h I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck
If I ain't gettin proper respect
I don't care if you rap I still spit in your grill
I don't give a f**k never have never will
If it ain't on your hip then you're lookin to die
I ain't tryin to be the n***a that's gonna look at the sky
Ask God why I'm broke b***h I'm cooking the pie
We all gon' die sooner or later matter of time
My n***az sell crack with a package of dimes
Hundred or more in front of the store waitin to bubble
Brand new nine and an eight in a bubble
I put sixteen above ya neck I love my set
N***az think they a thug then thug to death
Uh huh
Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no slugs is left
What
You know I'm good with a hundred of 'dro gun and an O
You think your s**t butter Hop in front of this toast
Yo aiyyo aiyyo
I say what I want f**k what y'all think is cool
And I hate cops cause most y'all was d**ks in school
No p***y gettin n***az tryin to cuff the God
Play Sheik out in the yard but that s**t too hard
My dough too long nowadays my flow too strong
What y'all make in a year I kick that for a song
Check my car I don't care I don't play fair
Keep some s**t in the stash box then get me the chair
And it don't buck shot and the blast is hard to hear
I'm a true thug n***a bring it straight to your crew
Small yell when I rap I'm basically talkin to you
You see the pain in my eye n***a the flame in my eye
I'm tryin to leave my kids some real f**kin change when I die
From rappin or tellin some cat to reach for the sky
I'm that hunt down n***a with the four pound n***a
Bounty hunt your whole crew 'til my bullets go through WHAT
Yo yo yo yo
All I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick
A nice house with five rooms maybe six
A town where money is coming eighty bricks
Break 'em down to all twenties is a crazy flip
Bet you never even felt the heat
'Til I put the M1 next to your waves and melt the grease
Streets help n***az n***az don't help the streets
Y'all use beats for help we help the beats
Who want it with me Who want it with Sheek Who want it with P
If I say so myself it's a wonderful three
Be in the hood with all your jewels in the glovebox
Same n***as that a rob you love L O X
Uh
All types of burners even snub glocks
Uh
Nice size tecs you could carry in your sweats
Uh
Find your man dead in the trunk of a car
Uh
It's Jada *mwwaa*responsible for breakin your heart
Uh
Uh
Creep through the streets
For some of y'all rappers that's mighty hard
Me the Security Protectin my body I let my shotty guard
Put chill pills in brains bullets like Tylenol
Make n***az drowsy from the blood loss got em noddin off
And take casket naps f**k that
You shoulda never let this bastard rap
All I know is cold winter hot slugs through your snorkel
No parents tale from my horror's no morals
Raised in the wrong era with no guidance
So you dyin It's no problem no lyin
Drag's fire so ya hamburger beef I french fry 'em
Drag done ate your food
Like you know what razors do so guard your chin up
Drag barrels but s**t I spit bubble your skin
Up
Drag scorch n***az for dinner but season 'em well
I don't brag I let the streets tell
Po' po' now you see he fell
*overlapping last line*
Uh uh now you motherf**kers
Know what my name means when you hear it in the streets
Uh
Y'all b***hes fear it cause you weak
You wanna hear it I make it speak
WHAT
You ain't ever bust a gun but there's a lot of greasy talkin
Uh huh
What the science behind that son
I don't know
A lot of easy walkin
I bust s**t down
Uh
Got down
Uh
Kick down
Uh
Shot down
Uh
Ain't tryin to talk about what I got now but I got now
WHAT
I ain't never sold a brick I done stuck n***az up
C'mon
And for talkin too much s**t I done f**ked n***az up
Uh
It can get Dark for real and I think you already know that
Uh huh
Well think about it with the brick in your hand before you throw that
Now don't act cause actin might get you rollin
With what you ain't ready to handle
UHH
All that's left of your memory is a candle
WOO
It happens quick fast n***a to b***h a*s n***az
Talkin reckless behind your back them kiss a*s n***az
Uh
From the rap s**t to the street s**t I keep s**t tight
Let them cats spit that weak s**t
What
I'm DOG FOR LIFE n***a
Sheek
They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
They wanna Ruff Ryde Ruff Ryde Ruff Ryde
They gon' need extra jails and extra cops
They wanna Ruff Ryde Ruff Ryde Ruff Ryde
They gon' need extra pits and extra glocks
They wanna Ruff Ryde Ruff Ryde Ruff Ryde
They gon' need extra chains and extra watches
They wanna Ruff Ryde Ruff Ryde Ruff Ryde
They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
They wanna Ruff Ryde Ruff Ryde Ruff Ryde
They gon' need extra jails and extra cops
They wanna Ruff Ryde Ruff Ryde Ruff Ryde
They gon' need extra pits and extra glocks
They wanna Ruff Ryde Ruff Ryde Ruff Ryde
They gon' need extra chains and extra watches
Yeah n***a what thiz go out 2 my n***a rj rjizzy in columbus hold them n***az down dog and I'm out