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(feat. Drag-On) [Funk Flex] Ah this shit is ugly right here Be clear baby! Drag-On, Ruff Ryders Shout out to Uncle Ray New York City are you fuckin ready?!! [Drag-On] We gon smoke trees like them legalize it Here's a pipe quick, pinch a inch or die quick Seen? Long as it's Funkmaster Flex Me don't care if me flunk or pass the test The pump will take a chunk out ya chest Or rip out ya vest, which blood clot fi test Read my basketball files They say I call my nine my tech-nical fouls Clubs hand check us now Chicks hand fuck us now That's why niggas like fuck us now I tell a nigga it's not likely that my four is missin So just lay down and audition for your mortician Make you give that cash up I'll get all twenty of X dogs to get up at ya Trust me them pits'll catch ya Make you spit up ketchup, extra SongtexteLayin right next to Somebody doorstep messed up, chest up Before this shit I was a rapper Cuz while my face was masked up Y'all niggas was wrapped up, act up! [HOOK] D-R-A-G dash O-N Call me Drag-On I'm hot scorchin [both lines x4] (Who Dat, Who Dat, How we ride) [Drag-On] You can see the tears in the eyes of men die You can see them fuck with fire all the men fry Seen? Ain't that right Flex, go head dawg show 'em off Show 'em how them twenties look washed and Armor Alled I give dicks to chicks that make them give they mom a call Cause I always stand tall like my brain was in my balls Look, what the blood clot, love the chicks that ??? Wanna see me on they period can't be seriously The last nigga that asked me my name I gave him a blunt And told him Drag-On and pass it on I'm 140 so I wear my gun sporty Switch 'em like a pair of Timbs and never wear 'em again Me killin batty bwoy, make him a ??? from a dred naughty boy You don't run around wit the shotty boy It's not a cause Let me see, when they comin who can stop a Ruff Ryder In the BX pumpin' a lot of noise [Funk Flex] Blounce shout DJ Twin, Rockwilder Shut ya fuckin face Y'all mean nothin to me! Y'all ain't got it the way I fuckin got it, yknahmean? Be clear! I'm the king of this shit right here nigga! Fix your fuckin face! Matter fact peel your fuckin pocket, BITCH! Aus Songtexte Mania