[Swizz Beatz:] We know y´all out to drink ´til y´all throw up We know y´all sittin´ on 20´s We know y´all reppin´ your hood But how many y´all KILL!!!
[Twista] Bounce that ass, load them cribs, let me see the mobbin´ niggaz that, uhh, talk shit While these muthatfuckaz be scummy and´ll go for the money, ready to ride when they holdin´ a lick Thugs with the Chevy´s, thugs with the trucks, the real gun runner never run when he bust Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a ´dro blunt, sippin´ with a fifty sack under the nuts Hoes with ass and no gut let me see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE Niggaz if it´s static, then pass me the strap, gonna RIDE ´Til MY RIDE All the hoes that´ll freaky niggaz, with the ´fedi,
let´s get buck up in the club And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP All the homeys on the block, anny up on the fin and let´s go get us a sack Serve too, we got a custom ´Lac, hustlin´ pack, til a nigga bust, they bustin´ back Guys that´ll roll them dice and win, girls with ´fits that show the skin Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen, real hoes let your best friend know about men Cause I be squeezin´ ass and´ll make a full glass disappear like a genie Move to the LOX and Beanie, while them hoes backin´ that thang up on my weenie It´s like no nigga in the world could see me when I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On Rollin´ up big babies in a Mercedes,
if you want herb we got bombs
[Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)]
Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista (Wanna kill me) Gangsta (Let´s ride), hustla (Feel me)
[Drag-On] By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight, and this kid spit fire light And the bitch I don´ fucked like last night, I don´t give a fuck ´bout a 2 and a half mic
Cause the only muthafuckin´ magazine that I read, is when I buy my gun from it How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach, I suggest y´all run from it And the click-click from the calico, I gotta go, make it pimp with a lot of hoes I´m the same muthafucka that´s countin´ that dough, cookin´ that coke to a pot of gold Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop, I don´t care I gotta cap me a cop As long as I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough glocks Drag open up boots by watchin´ co-op´s in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y´all creep up on me I run up on y´all in a cab with a meter on me And the only on leavin´ is me And the only one bleedin´ is you, tryin´ to breeze with me All the Roc is E-N-Y-C-E, in the NYC with the white T All I really do is R-U-double F, R-Y-D-E, D-R-A-G, to the dash O-N Catch me, smokin´ potent, bet it leave y´all, niggaz soakin´, with your insides open
[Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)]
[Swizz Beatz:] ERRRRRRR!!!!
Hold the fuck up! Slow down! Drag, Twista, listen up These muthafuckaz don´t know what´s real out here (They damn sure don´t) This is volume 2 (volume 2) Nigga, so, get ignorent!
[Chorus: Twista (Drag-On)]
[Twista] Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical Smokin´ on tropical, achievin´ all missions impossible When I up the block at you, I´ma pop at you If your momma cry there´s nothin´ I could do
Should not´ve fucked with Mr. Illogical When I´m in to clubbin´, clubbin´, shake it don´t you break it You booty to shapey, can´t take it, wanna see you naked I don´ drunk a boo muthafucka, so you know I´m lit up Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, it´s a stick up
[Drag-On (Swizz Beatz):] This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up, lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista, let´s see if you murdered who´ll miss ya I love the dirty south, that´s why I gotta dirty mouth that´ll burn you out
Tell your bitch I got a dick that´ll turn her out, especially when I tell her turn around I don´ hurt her now Shit´ll come back, and I think it´s time to get murdered now I´m tired of silly clowns, spittin´ out weak shit, sound like my shit You gon´ make me pull a all nighter Standin´ infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter Now hit, we won´t miss ya, Drag-On and Twista (Puttin´ it on ´em!)