Drag-on - Respect My Gangsta Lyrics
Yeah, what up?New York City, what up?This your boy, to the DashS.P., Double RHell and BackStyles straight out the penn[Styles P]You don't like my shit you could bite my dickI got a case, I'ma fight my shitI got a blunt, I'ma light my shitI'ma chain smoke with cocaine sellersStick up kid took the game overNiggaz hate death, still gotta break necksI'm at the dealer coppin shit they ain't make yetYou think you're nigga happy, I'm just trigger happyPhone ring a lot, niggaz throwin figgas at meI got major plans, you get in the wayAnd your throat is the place where my banger landsYou don't wanna anger me, upset me or startle meYou don't want a part of me, I'm goin for the arteriesAnd I'm a colt-45 user, G-Host to the game of deathYou about to die loserThis is Holiday and Dash-OnWe burn a whole *****in 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 gangstaOr get stabbed with this mother*****in bangerTell 'em PYou don't like my shit you could bite my dickI got a case I'ma fight my shitThis for the streets[Drag-On]Nigga don't think cause you hot today you can't be in the fridge tomorrowIf you a family man I'll send you back your kids in a jarYou bought your soldiers, nigga I was raised with mineI got three kids, four, five, but I raise my nineI'll have yall niggaz missin your momsThen let you find her wearin long sleeves but missin her armsAnd ain't nothin for me to twist ya wigAll I gotta do is puff some weed then listen to B.I.GThen come back and level the cityI got my money up, my band is thirty, my bezzle is fiftyMy vest weigh fifteen, bannana hold sixtySo I can run slow and hit you up swiftlyExtort rappers, they break me down half of their checkI keep a banger that'll break down half of your neckI done been through hell and back, jail and bail me backDrag and S.P.'ll blow off half of your chest[Chorus][Styles P]It's like a kodak moment come capture thisHow I mother*****in fracture shit, yall niggaz talkin blaphemisMother*****ers we make classic shit, matter fact I'll mash ya shitYall niggaz like potatoes to meAnd I might be high but you look good with a halo to meAnd I ain't got a problem wit a problem***** 'em cause I know he gon die with a nine in his noggin[Drag-On]Yeah, Drag back with the GhostYou know what that means, more vests and a lot more toastI'm a lot older plus a lot more violentTip of my guns covered, it's a lot more silentMy niggaz pop off off impostsMurder ya kinfolks and we ain't even *****in start wildinSo be cautious nigga or be in the coffin niggaCause we'll bring it to the hardest or the softest nigga[Chorus)
