Drag-on - Scenario 2000 Lyrics
Swizz beatzSee yall dont understand us you knowRuff ryderz is a familyRuff ryderz....ruff ryderz...ruff ryderzLets go...swizz beatzDmxThis is the darkest shit, sparkest shitHittin wit the hardest shit, cuz before we started shitWit kidz I knew my *****in friendz all turned against meSaid ***** it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like thisHe got my back I got his, schemin on mad niggazDats how we do bidzIts about time to start another, robbin spreeCuz yo, my way is highway, robberyWhen I was up north since 16 I was sendin niggaz home in a coffinLivin like a orphan, you bad nigga?Ill be back to see if youll be still hereYou know my style will put yo *****in man, in a wheelchairHell never walk again, on the strength of meDats how I left him g, scared to death of meNiggaz cannot run, hit wit da hot oneFrom the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done...EveYo yo, e-v-eMy dogz believe in mePetty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin meI show love to, all my *****es hustlin onez, tussle wit theseMakin moves, second to none, I locked it, huhMade a sudden move you got bitFlooded wit the double r, real street shitDa blond hair bandit, you got gunz, hand itTurn my face when I bust a cannonCuz I dont wear sunblockAsk drag if the fire is hot (flame on baby)Shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stopWe warn niggaz that we comin, then we total the blockWe scorn niggaz like they mothers, then we wet up they socksRed dot, excapin on a radar, to seashore, then hide outAnd buy out bars till we see farIn this game, we beat yall, you got money?Keep yalls, for us be tearin tryin to hide, then tear out fireBeat yallsJadakissAnd you can come see me if you tryin toGet some gramz for the nightCuz I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white***** rap yo, Id rather be plannin the flightsSomewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dykesBlowin the haze, while all of em givin me brainsOne at a time, yall start from the front of the lineBut everybody wanna contact me, and get wit meAnd still end up bein mad cuz I charge 50And as for you suckaz, you can keep those rapzAnd screw yo awardz, my son cant eat those plaquesI never was shipped but some thingz I never forgetLike if you spent three you garanteed to make back sixDrove the benz off the lot and just dusted her offTints, rims, stashed, tick the governer offEven the catz that be hatin still be lovin the dogzCuz they know that the double rs comin for warWhaStylesYou aint ready to die, then why should you live?Cuz when I start bustin the gunz you hidin the kidsAnd the pieers still ridin wit clips, survivin wit bricksWe beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5thLike I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocksStarvin or not, carvin the cheek, palmin the glockI figure which nigga could I watch wit a watchI like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heistPut it together, double it twice this shit is my lifeCatch me wit a .45, hot pair of nikesAnd three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo faceGimmie a shank its holiday(uh)The hoopties in the front but the truck is a mile awayNiggaz wanna ride tommorow when theyll probabaly die todayCuz da pioll hollow the gunzThen holla at son (I feel you nigga)And when he go to holla back, niggaz swallowin oneSheekYall dem bust in them crowd niggaz and hit whoeverWhen you should aim for them niggaz that took yo leatherThey right there, but you scared that they gon bustCause they crazy, but crazy niggaz bleed like usSee Im one shot thru the heart like cupidYall niggaz might be crazy, but yall not stupidIts 99, Im killin you, woman and kid***** scarface, watch me, Im mo action to seeThan the mutha*****az that yall see on t.v.And ***** what you heard, check how sheek get downComes the gun, shit, Im rhymin wit one on me nowYou neva know, what clown could walk in the studioTalkin shit, and theres gon be more than the amps that blowIll pour gas on yo skin and watch yo shit detachWit a book of matches, now dats when you met yo matchAnd the worst thing for you is for me to have a gun when Im thirstyIll turn niggaz more holy man, than eddie murphyAnd I deal wit mo bricks than that city do in jerseyI got call cops niggaz, I got autops niggaz, thatll bust you and slideWit some of 6-drop niggazRevolver pop niggaz, easy ox niggaz, get knockedSay I smoked detox niggazDrug program, hit the streetz and cop 56 mo gramzYall niggaz aint *****in wit the fam and dats wordDrag-onHey yo boy, whats the difference between fire and water?You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of yaAnd watch ya burn off fat, dog Im off the thermostatCould put a comb to my mouth and give yo ***** a perm wit thatKeep shellz in the envelopes cuz Ill mail out bulletsMore blood that a riot on a jailhouse footageBuck 40, got a extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit youYou gon do a 360 pretty swiftlyWhen I burn you to a crisp you gon be crunchier than chipsWit my hand all up in the bag, munchin on this shitBit by bit, clip by clip and every block by block is brick on brickSo I got knots on knots, got thingz thatll pop yo topAnd double r spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch yall dropAnd aint nobody gettin up, lest they in the wheelchairSittin up or spittin up, either way I dont give a *****
