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[Drag-On]Yeah, yeah, Volume ThreeReal disrespectful on the one Unc`, uh-huhI ain`t got no more respect for these niggaz, uh-uhIcepick, where the fuck your knife at?Now who the fuck wanna ryde with this gangsta nigga, thug nigga.38 snub busters, slugs rush yaI should be in anger management class, the way I`m aimin a macThat`s how I let off frustration pertainin my pastMurder ya block, then Drag`s wavin at cabsFeds is on cars that`s why they give him On-StarStraight blood, when I walk in, throw on the red light bulbsThen I throw my pinky ring on and writin up the clubI`m all real, y`all slight thugs, I`m just likethem Arabs, fuck a gat, I use a knifeKeep my dick sucked like, straws in sodaY`all know the deal like, cards and poker, huh?I`m a monster on the street, I`ll play all stripsI`ll beat down lyrics and stomp out beats and dump out clipsIf I ain`t got it I crack knuckles on jaws, stab a couple on tourY`all faggots never knuckled up before, bitch[Chorus 2X: Fiend]We don`t give a fuck about none a y`all (none a y`all)I`m talkin bout all y`all (all y`all)Don`t make me grab the thing and get to runnin y`all (runnin y`all)Every single motherfuckin one of y`all (one of y`all)[Drag-On]Listen up..I bought a yellow banana six cause the way I peel offTommy gun banana clip, if you thinkin I`m softThis`ll silence yo` ass quick, put a apple on the tipThen go sip, apple martinis and laugh about this shitNiggaz wanna look at my chest, nigga watch your eyescause, Drag`ll give you his change and give you a surpriseCause when I ride, I put a heart in them niggaz and get `em livethen let my toast, put the ghost in niggaz and watch it riseYeah I look out for my niggaz, but I`m not a town heroWhen I walk, I set fire to the floor like ground zeroI`m the reason niggaz jumpin out of buildings, shitThey better let that hard ground kill `em then they run down sizzlinGot a hundred hidden guns in the wall where I liveSo the only way I`m fightin for the wall is they comin to my cribDouble-R motherfucker, we runnin this shitCause every time we put in our guns y`all runnin and shit, bitch[Chorus][Drag-On]Listen, I wasn`t born with stats, but I might stand while y`all was youngI used to be on the cheese line cause I was born to be a ratMy race is like a pizza pie, y`all can get a sliceAnd it won`t be just them Arabs runnin around with they face wrappedSo if you a thug - throw these slugs!And not at my vest, throw it at my mugCause my niggaz`ll get y`all back, love is loveCause we all family and nigga blood is bloodI never back down, I put backs on groundsthat`ll make your mother pull out that all-black gownMan FUCK this track, listen to how I soundThat`s your block, that`s your city, that`s your town?BLADOOOOW! It`s mines nowCause I ain`t drop a album in two years, it`s time nowCause I know y`all all laughin, playin your John Madden`til me and my niggaz kick open the door like {*BOOM*}[Chorus] - 2X

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