Текст песни Drag-On - Niggas Die For Me
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[Drag-On]Uh, let`s goWhoo! Drag-on baby[DMX]Come on1 ?[DMX]My niggas is the niggas that`ll ride with meMy niggas is the niggas gettin` high with meMy niggas is the niggas that`ll die with meAnd we can get it onRepeat 1[Drag-On]Many niggas wanna see the Dog nigga biteBut this kid Drag strike a lightFuck five mics, my fire burn the wireCause we the niggas that plugWrap `em in the rugFlames mini blowin on my hands like dustChicks wanna slurp?Guaranteed I make ya burpJust put your teeth to the curbAnd hum a wordSome nerve, cats think they can touch the torchYou don`t know about my gun just for me to tossFuck with the carsI don`t care what kind of drop ya pushin`I put my fifteen to ya top and dump bulletsYeah I see y`all cowards like to wear a vestWell I`mma aim a little higher like for you neckI puff lye, I`mma lift blunts till my arm look like PopeyeTill the day is bye-byeTill then 300G fly by rentedSo foggy windows look tintedWe just be lookin` at your Rolley at dem hot showsSo go ahead boy get drunk, pop that MoUntil I pull ya to the side, see the nine kid?And since you got that nice watchYou know what time it isCause Drag`s clock say 7:30So sudden move and you blow me less a Real, real dirty, dirtyDouble R, a camp where it`s all champsAnd if y`all want to stop fire open up a ventRepeat 1 (2x)Bet`cha niggas always wonderWhy Drag always spit fire?Why y`all always pop shit?About how I burn niggas till they chocolateCause I`m the opposite of H2O now ya knowFix your wrinkled face, my iron press more than clothesAnd girls I love `em when I meet `emMight eat `emBut when they act up, it`s like Turner TinaDon`t me get the burnerCatch me in the low key Pontiac Sun sippin` ConiacY`all know how that affects blacksSo you know I clash thatNow where I`mma put all these gats and crack sacksI`mma lil` nigga so you know I run fastBut don`t do much of it do a lot of gun bustingCause when I let off a clip I get a kickOutta seeing niggas run eyes open, hoping they don`t triphear the echoes blocks awayType of bricklayers that hear shots todayAnd give your blocks awayRun up on papi hey drop the yayAnd if he don`t stallThis world be popped tomorrowDrag-On speaks with a stutter but I rhyme wellSo like a dead snitch it`s hard to tellDirty, dirty niggas wordThis is to my grimy, grimy niggas wordThis is to my RR niggas, wordYeah cause we double R niggas ya heard?(Come on)Repeat 1 (6x)