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Drag On F/ The LOX Miscellaneous Ready For War [Styles Paniro] Yo, yo I could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signs Young niggas think they hungry then you feed em a nine Might kidnap they ass start feedin em swine So I don't feel bad when I gut em like a pig Beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big You hear the attitude I say fuck being humble You act like a animal you stuck in the jungle Niggas don't care if I'm poor or rich So I don't care about these niggas and the law and shit And I'll probably get shot for being a wild nigga You'll probably get shot for being a foul nigga Let's talk about slugs and the drugs we deal Boys fight, men kill, get they money and chill Real recognize real I aint sayin a word Doin 80 in the M that means I'm stayin in third With a bitch playin shottie AK in the third [Sheek Louch] Don't worry bout what I make worry 'bout can you escape Cuz when I bust my guns bring more action than roll take Nickel your hallway, I got aim from far Y'all can't see me like the tints on the president's car I know niggas don't like me and my friends wanna flip That's why I'm on some extra all about Sheek shit Your money, Sheek shit, your bitch, Sheek shit Only thing I'm gonna share is these bullets here Bitch ass that's for frontin now don't say I never gave you nothin I'm greedy, go head, don't say I never saved you somethin Pack gun nigga but don't want no stack I drink straight liquor til I forget where I'm at I don't play no games nigga, drugs my 'cupation In a building hustlin that's Sheek's play station Motherfuckers wanna ride by and ice grill Change that to ice dick, show me motherfucker that you can kill HOOK: Styles Paniro 17 shots in a clip, 28 grams in an ounce Everybody bounce, 26 inch hues on a truck 36 O's in a key, everybody ree Murder One felons with the glocks, 24 hours on the block Bodies gettin dropped, 5000 niggas actin live 5000 niggas gotta die, everybody better ride [Jadakiss] Y'all niggas better find out who's your man It don't work in the hood you could fool your fans Few bullets in your jeans soon to ruin your plans Then I show up at the wake and boo-hoo at your fam If you like me you never'll fail Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead or in jail And I aint really got much but I'm up on cats And Kiss don't just spit I throw up on tracks Double R now bitch you see the princess cut I'm in a 2000 big boy the tense is up Y'all niggas is soft, catch me with the semi Underneath the Fendi, sweater, skully, and scarf Make sure you don't say nothing to Jay And keep your dirt, I don't smoke nothin but hays I'ma do this the old way get it while I can get it As much as I can get then I'ma go my own way [Drag-On] Ayo I keep my guns like laundry I dump a load, make niggas fold, watch em die, and let em drip dry Gon spill pints from niggas, my rapid fire put niggas in black attire Stuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirt I live eternal, cuz if Drag pass away I'ma come back with wraps on my face, blastin an eighth February 8th, that's the day You better cop like it's crack, or get masking taped til you suffocate Bitches, y'all gettin your feelings hurt 2000 I aint fuckin no more, I'm makin bitches jerk til I squirt All my bitches work, like upside down from the poles Lift that skirt, give this dick what it's worth Double R, see the icicles on the chest Hungry niggas come snatchin, I throw bullets run catch em Ruff Ryder scene Drag the fire But we could take it swingin them irons til the bangs is flyin HOOK 2X |
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