Drag-On Album

[No lyrics]

[VERSE ONE]
As I sit an position myself
Am I cocky coz I only play my shit and listen to myself
Or am I striving for perfection? answer that
Ah fuck it I cocky and I about to perfect rap NIGGA!
And I roam these streets
Thats why my songs is deeper than death itself
I went from no food in the fridge to a platter on my shelf and I watch it
And y'all ain't gotta give me that but keep ya hand out my pocket HATERS!
Coz you makin me nervous it ain't worth it
We don't want no accident when I flip on purpose
Coz we don seen so many tradgeties done
September 11th, 2001 REMEMBER
Like how could I forget I lost my man pop in that shit
Help me get a grip
I think I'm losing it doo
Because between life an death I be confusing the two

[HOOK]
And sometimes I don't give a fuck if I live or die
But I think if I don't give a fuck about myself who else will I'm stressin

[VERSE TWO]
Guess I was raised the wrong way
Thats why I walk around with the long eighth
And dun shed so many tears I have none left
Sometimes I sat and prayed for death
I feel like its 11:45 a quarter to 12
15 minutes to my days is over thats why its hard to stay soba
So I drink in the rain and smoke in the sun
And create my own clouds not have'n to think of the pain
Sometimes I think I'm going insane
I get mad and shout God's name in vain
Fogive me for my sins he got me laughin again
He got me back rappin again now help me choose my friends
My gats the closest one to me
But if my gun could take the stand and tell
Ill be doin life in jail
Like judge he made me do it
It ain't the gun its the nigga behind it that shoot it, thats ruthless

[HOOK]
You see alot of niggaz don't want drag to shine
Instead they wanna see drag locked up like my nigga Shyne
So you know what they try to do, leave a nigga behind
You know what it is, they envy me
Motherfuckin niggaz held me back for 3 fuckin years
And motherfuckin niggaz left me for dead
Hopin that the world would forget but you know what?
They didnt forget, they bought me back
And now I'm in the greatest shape of my life
So now I'm on some shit like fuck yall
All I give a fuck about is my niggaz and my niggaz only
I'm on some shit like..

[VERSE THREE]
Yall can suck these off
Coz I don't need y'all to succeed y'all NIGGA
I know you like my word play early
Like nelly got country grammar like er day
I can go cold and still sell out shows
And make enough dough to get your feet choppin not about your toes??
For commin at me half steppin
Talkin like gangsta shit and ain't have no weapon NIGGA
Ah I got the best flow I be the best in the bronx
Coz I don't walk through the swamps
Strivin through the alleys of death
Recognize my destiny in life
Even if it takes my last breath NIGGA
I walk in places where it couldve been my last step
But god got me out of it
I love him and I'm proud of it
Now can you feel my pain
See what I see walk in my shoes an still gon' keep sane NIGGA!

(feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Repeated throughout]
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go

Swizz Beatz yes
Yo Drag, I seen this girl man, she was crazy

[Chorus: Swizz Beats x2]
From her hair to her lips
To her nails to her shoes (Come on)
She bang bang boom!
Got hips, got ass
That'll make a nigga crash (Come on)
She bang bang boom!

[Verse 1: Drag-On]
Know me from Split These Bars
Know me from Down Bottom
Now I switch my cars
Got a house down bottom
If you wanna come and cop them bricks you know Uptown got 'em
Tell your man be easy ma, he don't want no problem
I'm bout my money man, I got that country slang
Look at the way she shake that thing
But you plottin' on my bling
But we don't play them type of games around here
Keep the gray pound somewhere around here
Please don't let your shorty loose around here
Cause I'll take her lil' ass around there
Shorty booty bangin'
Tell me what you thinkin'
Drag keep em bouncin'
Swizz keep em singin'

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 2: Drag-On]
My money got long figgas
Her rings on the wrong finger (Hey shorty)
You done married that wrong nigga
What's your sign ma?
Let me guess ma, Capricorn ma?
Am I Wrong ma? (uh-uh)
What you sayin' who you bangin' who you slidin' wit
Pack your friend who you bringin' who she ridin' wit
Cause we ain't ready tryin' to stay around here
My thugs around cause there's too many clowns around here (Hey shorty)
We don't smoke that brown here
Strictly that green here, that the black green here (yeah)
Do the damn thing, sex-a-bang-bang
It's all the same thing
Swizz make em sing

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 3: Drag-On]
Mommy put ya hands up, hush ya man up
Tryin' to play gorilla
My clips are bananas, so don't slip
I do what gangstas do, but don't get it confused
My floors mostly sand so you ain't gotta bring ya shoes
My crib is half house, half beach
Sit yo booty on this king size and see the sea
I'm a lil' freaky-o, I might lick ya toes
I got more zero's on my one's than Cheerio's
See your stilleto, shoes, your mac lip gloss
And ain't a dime chick that Drag didn't floss
Shorty booty bangin'
Tell me what you thinkin'
Drag keep em bouncin'
Swizz keep em singin'

[Repeat Chorus]

[No lyrics]

(feat. Styles P)

Yeah, what up?
New York City, what up?
This your boy, to the Dash
S.P., Double R
Hell and Back
Styles straight out the penn

[Styles P]
You don't like my shit you could bite my dick
I got a case, I'ma fight my shit
I got a blunt, I'ma light my shit
I'ma chain smoke with cocaine sellers
Stick up kid took the game over
Niggaz hate death, still gotta break necks
I'm at the dealer coppin shit they ain't make yet
You think you're nigga happy, I'm just trigger happy
Phone ring a lot, niggaz throwin figgas at me
I got major plans, you get in the way
And your throat is the place where my banger lands
You don't wanna anger me, upset me or startle me
You don't want a part of me, I'm goin for the arteries
And I'm a colt-45 user, G-Host to the game of death
You about to die loser
This is Holiday and Dash-On
We burn a whole fuckin house down so I don't need a mask on

[Chorus: Drag-On & Styles x2]
You don't respect my flow you gon respect my gangsta
Or get stabbed with this motherfuckin banger
Tell 'em P
You don't like my shit you could bite my dick
I got a case I'ma fight my shit
This for the streets

[Drag-On]
Nigga don't think cause you hot today you can't be in the fridge tomorrow
If you a family man I'll send you back your kids in a jar
You bought your soldiers, nigga I was raised with mine
I got three kids, four, five, but I raise my nine
I'll have yall niggaz missin your moms
Then let you find her wearin long sleeves but missin her arms
And ain't nothin for me to twist ya wig
All I gotta do is puff some weed then listen to B.I.G
Then come back and level the city
I got my money up, my band is thirty, my bezzle is fifty
My vest weigh fifteen, bannana hold sixty
So I can run slow and hit you up swiftly
Extort rappers, they break me down half of their check
I keep a banger that'll break down half of your neck
I done been through hell and back, jail and bail me back
Drag and S.P.'ll blow off half of your chest

[Chorus]

[Styles P]
It's like a kodak moment come capture this
How I motherfuckin fracture shit, yall niggaz talkin blaphemis
Motherfuckers we make classic shit, matter fact I'll mash ya shit
Yall niggaz like potatoes to me
And I might be high but you look good with a halo to me
And I ain't got a problem wit a problem
Fuck 'em cause I know he gon die with a nine in his noggin

[Drag-On]
Yeah, Drag back with the Ghost
You know what that means, more vests and a lot more toast
I'm a lot older plus a lot more violent
Tip of my guns covered, it's a lot more silent
My niggaz pop off off imposts
Murder ya kinfolks and we ain't even fuckin start wildin
So be cautious nigga or be in the coffin nigga
Cause we'll bring it to the hardest or the softest nigga

[Chorus]

(feat. Jadakiss)

[Drag talking]
Yah, I'm back niggaz
Ha Ha y'all don't think the kid gonna come back y'all crazy
[Drag]
I rock a Burberry hood, my hood is very hood
My gat is solid metal, my bat is heavy wood
Drag is under rated, my coke is heavy weighted
Y'all wanna be a blood, well that's wut I'ma soak your face in
Coughin up blood, I soften up thugs I make a nigga show me love or throw me slugs
I'm in the club with groupies, and groups of threes
So getting ran up on the block by a group of Dee's
I've been shot three movies, my deal comin soon
I'm past sellin crack I got pills comin soon
And I'm not no dancer, my moms got cancer
So I aint celebrating shit, until these doctors get the answer
Prolly never get a Grammy never get an Oscar
But I got a twelve foot fish tank with Piranhas and Oscar's
I aint gonna ask who shot ya, nine times out of the ten I know who did
I know your bitch, get at 'em Kiss

[Chorus: x2]
Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends)
We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends)
You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend)
Especially when your team wining like the Lakers

[Jadakiss]
Fall back respect, learn how to love a nigga
You only alive, on strength of another nigga
I've been nice all my F'in life
A big house I only slept in twice
Rhymes so dope, that it should be kept in rice
The mistakes I've made, shall be corrected in my second life
Nigga I be in the booth relaxed, I seduced the track
And beat it up like I produced the track
So another line bout a gun motherfucker
And I'ma pass one to you, blast one through you
You don't got adrenaline, ass run through you
I run through cash, cash run through you
I could do the job myself, only way I prolly ever be broke if I rob myself
I don't know wuts worse a hate or a fag
Double R D-Block daddy, Jada and Drag

[Chorus: x2]
Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends)
We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends)
You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend)
Especially when your team winin like the Lakers

[Drag]
I was hated by many, loved by few
But respected by all, so fuck all y'all
Y'all doubted my skills, I never relied on this deal
I don't give a fuck what y'all feel, foreal foreal
This rap shit is nothing but fake love, alotta fake hugs
I rather go do a jook's , to feed my thugs
Cuz I could look through a nigga, like a glass shield
See he aint real, my flow is like acid pills or pcp
I'm like Morgan Freeman, the way I make tracks lean on me
I got a house my walls is plush, my floor is plush
Drugs by the barrel, in case it all get flushed
Spring is back, along with Drag
I juss coped a light jacket and the longest Jag
I'm who you nigga love to hate, but glad I'm back
Y'all heard X is retiring, but Drag is back

[Chorus: x3]
Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends)
We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends)
You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend)

[Intro]
Wooh! Come on, uh, come on

[Chorus]
Now, what we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down
What we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down

[Verse 1]
I ain't 'gon front Drag is drunk as a mu'fucker
A wifey a chick y'all just my moms love her
And get the ok from grandma
She told me what my grandpa use for stamina
Uh! But I ain't with that sittin around shit
I dicks 'em down quick then kicks 'em out bitch!!!
I treat you chick like a basketball player
I shoot my game she bounce with me then we lay up
Now that's a foul player
Your girl treat me sweeter than candy so I can get it now or later
I guess I just wait I came in the club late
But I'm leavin the place early with a pretty face small waist
Legs thick like Church's Chicken
I go up in the lastest store and purchase women
Like, did y'all forget the face
I'm like throw backs in the summer, I'm all over the place

[Chorus]
Now, what we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down
What we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down

[Bridge]
Woman: Drag, can I drive your Benz?
Drag-O: Yeah ma, now call your friends
Woman: Drag, can I stay at your house?
Drag-On: Why not you can sleep on my couch
Woman: Drag, you still down with the R?
Drag-On: Come on ma, you know who we are
Woman: Drag, you got what I need, as we proceed

[Verse 2]
I had shorty hands up but her pants ain't on
Smokin a herb from Canada her man is gone
Gone? Yes that nigga better go
Cause if I lift half of my shirt half of my metals show
And this is just the beginnin I done had more women
Then, Ralph Lauren stitches name in denim
I had more chicks wet then a Titanic collision
Then left 'em in the cold just like the boat did 'em
So, ma, you make a decision
Cause I ain't got alot of time cause this ain't prison
I give you a long kiss goodnight like Samuel
And keep a guard with you that shoot like Sam Cassell, come on

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

(feat. Baby, TQ)

[Drag-On]
They stepped up Bronx City
You know they gonna get dirty
You rap niggas fuck around and get very early
Fuckin with that firemen and that birdy birdy
Nigga knock it off
What you know about the ?? when top cut off
Everybody wanna talk about they got guns
But them niggas don't pop it off
We been shootin, fightin, robbin
Niggas have been stabbin
We them paralized niggas
And left them handicappin
Yo want some Cash Money
It's gon be a Ruff Ryde
We see that star muffin
?? tears on baby's eyes
So when you see us comin
Nigga get the runnin
We treat the hood like the woods
We do some nigga huntin
Cause ya niggas ain't black or something
I let em fly, I dare to God
Took ya niggas ??
Hop on the jet on to Red Island
Don't forget this is the Dirty Dirty
Drag-On and not Birdy Birdy
They niggas ?? pussy ??
I burn a whole in your throwback jersey
You don't fuck when I shot it
Everybody tryna divide us
Keep them fake niggas from around us
Muthafuckin nigga!

[TQ]
I'm a ryder
I live life high
I'm guaranteed to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them hatas wanna cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
And don't mind
I'm a ryder
Smoke the good dro
Carry the 4 4's
?? my door
I'm a ryder

[Baby]
I say this pimpin is natural
Cadillac is fabulous
Boy, I never ride natural
Boy, I never ride ??
?Keith? say gangsta
Lexus with the new tankers
It's me and Drag
Hit lick for a 100 stacks
New whips, they all new Cadillaccers
Fish, french fries
Brand new Benz with them wires getting ?tied?
No ends
I hustle till I reach the sky
With no friends
I learned that in '99
Walk, talk, and I talk like I walk
Out of line meet that white ?shark?
Biatch!
Fully equiped
It's the Birdman nigga
Tryna hustle on some big chips
Bricks, stash
Birdman nigga tryna come up on alotta cash
Biatch!

[TQ]
I'm a ryder
I live life high
I'm guaranteed to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them hatas wanna cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
And don't mind
I'm a ryder
Smoke the good dro
Carry the 4 4's
?? my door
I'm a ryder

[Drag-On]
What ya niggas just say
To every word I say
Niggas left me flipted
But I came back anyway
I've been gone for 3 years
But I'm gon always be here
I don't need ya niggas
I'ma treat ya niggas
Fuck ya with ya niggas
Don't hear me
And ya niggas don't feel me
Niggas let me know
Cause motherfucker like when I blow
I don't want ya niggas near me
I can spit flows faster faster then slow the shit down
?? on ya'll but nothing like whoa
Who's the shit now
See the difference between me and ya'll
Is that my album's hot and your album's not
I done been gettin movie deals
I done been gettin paid like Vinzel
I done been by ??
And five double o's
And 1 2's spinning like a windmill
Do your body ??
Uh uh, ?? sell 10 mills
Lil rich son of a bastard
Is ?? get killed
When I'm sitting on a house on the hills
Stuck with this god damn e pills
Me and Baby, that's my nigga and TQ, I see ya
And I'm Drag to the ?Dash on?
Nigga I'ma always be a

[TQ]
I'm a ryder
I live life high
I'm guaranteed to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them hatas wanna cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
And don't mind
I'm a ryder
Smoke the good dro
Carry the 4 4's
?? my door
I'm a ryder
I'm a ryder
I'm a ryder
I'm a ryder
I'm a ryder

(feat. DMX)

[Intro - Drag-On (DMX)]
Flame on
Dog Nigga (What!)
Flame on (Uh)
Dog (Uh Uh)
Flame on (What!)
Dog nigga (Uh Uh)
Flame on

[Verse 1: Drag-On]
Awe shit drag done hit the big screen
With a gangsta lean still role with the squad
My convertible top is hard yours is rag
I bought X X7 he bought me a Jag
With a H speed stick with 220 on the dash
We don't know the meaning of leasing we drop cash
Ya bodega rappers we put style together
I bought a Swede bubble goose and X reptile leather
When we step up in the club its like awe shit there the brothers
Buy the whole bar and spit it on each other
Like he teach I learn
He bite I burn
We each take our turn to murder ya (Uh)
Hold the rubber grip firm
Let the peoples heads turn and count the money that we earn and burn it all (Uh)
Cause we gon get it this year make them sit in they chair
Having thinking like damn what you got there?

[Hook: DMX (Drag-On)]
Let's get crazy (All my ladies over there)
Lets get crazy (All my dogs right there)
Let's get crazy (All my gangstas in the club)
Let's get crazy (Everybody simmer down)
Let's get crazy (All my ladies over there)
Lets get crazy (All my dogs right there)
Let's get crazy (All my gangstas in the club)
Lets get crazy (Everybody everybody come on come on)

[Verse 2: DMX]
Dog nigga X gon spit it
Cats is in trouble ya gon get it
What you should do is peep how I stay with it
Kinda sorta play with it like everyday with it
Make a nigga lay with it that's how I get down
Cop money over there hit the club skip town
I haven't got time for the Bs ya say the Bs ya gon see X
Ya niggaz see X man its on
Don't give a fuck about right or wrong
Aight wait let me just simmer down now
Money cross the line aight put him down now
THINGS look at you running your mouth
ITS THINGS that got niggaz running in your house
SAME THINGS that got me doin what I do
ITS THINGS that got me bustin at you (YA BITCH)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Drag-On]
Kick rocks bitch, come up out of them clothes
We only fuckin with bitches that's 21 years and grown
Quick check the ID's on these hoes
Especially that one there that keeps digging up her nose
Ice is blinging, ears is ringing
Niggaz is scheming, bitches is fiending
Panties is creaming X is up in there
And the clubs is screaming like DRAG'S IN THERE

[Hook]

[No lyrics]

(feat. Eve, Melissa Jiminez)

[Melissa Jiminez]
Boy you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart
And situations getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart

[Drag-On]
I'm just a Bronx gangsta
I made a mistake I admit I fucked the plan up
I spotted you in Atlanta, I ain't gonna fuck that man up
I ain't gonna run up in his spot with a bunch of country grammars
Plus, ma I admit it, I fucked up
I ain't realize what I had until he looked up
I'm just a Bronx thug so I give off tough love, but
Ma, you gotta respect this
I wasn't raised with affection, I was raised in with weapons, what
Give me a second chance
Let's start this music over, let's get this second dance
Let's escape from so but I don't wanna control you
I just wanna just hold you fuck somewhere with hand in hand
I'm tired of being on the blocks and put pumping hand in hand
I'm going from girl to girl and you going from man to man
Let's get on a flight and lay somewhere
Where I can put sand in your hair
Sitting under chandeliers like yeah
Your man is here

[Melissa Jiminez]
Boy you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart
And situations getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart

[Eve]
Yeah it was crazy, how I used to be a baby
Went from your shorty to your lady
Making plans for a long life, huh
Reminiscing on them long nights, ha
Giggle when I think back, yo
You remember how we used to act, uh
The best of friends had each other's back
If you was riding so was I where the fuck they at
We started growing, shit started changing
But we was with it for a minute, we just being patient, ha
You wanted space so I let you go
But we still fucked around and let nobody know
We tried to get it back it just wasn't working
The more I stuck by the more it kept hurting
Had to face it, we just different now
You living you, I'm living me, that's how the shit go down
Damn, my love I miss you now

[Melissa Jiminez]
Boy you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart
And situations getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart

[Drag-On]
Ok ma, I'm fucking up
I ain't trying to put you in touch but
You say you think my style is stucking it up what
And ya only smoke blunts for me
Good company, you gave the pussy wait save some for me
Freaky sex with a whip like slavery
I whip creamed ya then licked cleaned ya
And when we get in the streets you hold my nine
Seem seema! And you got the keys to my Beamer
Light skinned round eyes mixed your some blonde hair
Treat me like a chair, sit your behind here
Even lovers when we SIP together
Then SPIT together
Matter fact let's GET together, yeah

[Melissa Jiminez]
Boy you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart
And situations getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart
Boy you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart
And situations getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart

[Drag-On:]
Uhh, man it's been like three years I can't wait no more
I can't smoke no more but I can taste the raw
Like OHH-WEE, I get steel for the love of my booms
And girls be like (Drag, where you been so long?)
I'm like OOH, WEE, I'm still here baby
I just finished three albums, e'ything's all gravy
I'm still leanin on niggaz, actin like it can't happen
I put my gun in your mouth, turn your teeth platinum
Ain't no more one-on-ones, nigga it's guns-on-guns, knives-on-knives
You murder my mans, we murder your wives
OOH, WEE, come yell at your boy
But if I catch her feelin me, would you bell at your boy?
I got a new drink, it's called 'Gang Related'
Alize is red, Hypnotiq is blue
Put a little Henny in it to bring out the THUG in you
But don't hate on your boy Drag, Drag got love for you, c'mon

[Chorus: Drag-On]
OHH, WEE, holla at your boy
Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy
All my ladies, come holla at your boy
All my thug niggaz come holla at your boy
I said OOH, WEE, holla at your boy
Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy
All my ladies, come holla at your boy
All my thug niggaz come holla at your boy

[Drag-On:]
I said OOH, WEE, shorty you
(Who me?) Yeah, and the rest of your crew
Come holla at your boy, I'm still here baby, I'm still in the grind
I'm happy that I'm still on your mind
Let me treat you real good and take you up out the hood
Show you a new lifestyle, then pull out the Lifestyles
Oh yeah I'm a movie star now, I done kickboxed with Wesley
And got into a fight with Jet Li
Now you tell me what's really good - what's really poppin
I go in any project and see what's really hood
Like what's crackin homie? I'm hotter than the block with cracks on me
That's on my man, caught my ratchet for me
OHH, WEE, come holla at your boy
Come to the bar, pop a bottle with your boy
I reigned/rained in it, don't make me shower on you boys
And I know your head nigga, so I got power over you boy so

[Chorus]

[Drag-On:]
Where my shorties at? Where my thugs at?
C'mon, holla at your boy, where the love at?
Bitches lookin like they wanna put it on my ass
I'm in this club e'ry week ma, just put it on my tab
It ain't nothin, I got a tab bigger than that fat nigga on "Cheers"
C'mon ma, sit in this chair (c'mon)
Chicks showin me they tongue rings, they belly buttons
Lookin 16 like R. Kelly ain't nuttin
I don't play those games, make sure she show her ID
Before she come, hot steppin in this V.I.P. - you hear me?
She old enough, tell her holla at her boy
Cause I ain't got no time for cops holla'in at your boy
I said

[Chorus]

[Drag-On:]
I said OOH, WEE, holla at your boy
Y'all want noise? Come holla at your boy
All my ladies, come holla at your boy
All my thug niggaz come holla at your boy
I said OOH, WEE

[Drag-on]thats my first childmy first born man,I did this I created this,
aint no time for being a savage I gotta push a carrage,but some rapped in soft fabric this is deeper than marrage,chip off your old block, your chip off your old pop's,but you to young to hear my storys bout how I sold rock,but just yesterday I cut your umbilical chords,doctor said you had several purports I guess you shook it off,bless my god my first child my first born,I feel so rebirth like this my first song,I held you helpless, I couldnt help it,how could a nigga abandon his child?I could never be selfish,sometimes I feed him too much, throw up on his bib,I just gave birth to another one of God's kids,he cant see me yet his eyes closed,I love his baby smell, his baby size clothes, his eyes open, my eyes froze,
[Chorus]My first childWith open arms I spread my wings to give you lifeMy first childI never let you go, right without you here with me I never be the same
[Drag-on]I watched you get a little older, getin up out your stroller, carried you over my sholders,you my little soldier,and I love you some more,its never the same, first time you walk you fell on the floor,circus score,first words now whats my name? "DADA"and you almost look the same as "DADA"I could never be mad dat, infact im glad dat,you know your Dad Dad and where your Daddy at,coz when I was your age son I hever had that,imma be there for my little nigga, you just a little nigga,old enough to get potty trained no more dypers changed,I named him El Corn so he could have a righteous name,and know who Allah be,and eat Halal Salami,and know how to salam me, Waalikumasalam,now who my babysitter I take him straight to my mom's,love it when I pick him up he comes straight to my arms,
[Chorus]
[Drag-on]the first day of school I tought him respect so he had a little manners,so he pledge allegiance before he sung the star spangled bannerwalk with a bop,just like his pop's,he wore his cap to the back coz he seen his Dad do that,musta had his ear to the door coz he heard his mom's moan,coz the first day he got the keys to the crib he brung a chick home,ok time for the talk,you know what these is for?life support and I placed about 4 in your draw,so what ever you do boy,jus dont go wrong, whenever you need some more just come knock on your pop's door,coz you know I got em,I raised him, I dressed him, he dress himself now Allah blessed him he study Allah lessons,and I pray that the streets dont arrest him,his friends are pass him a spike lee joint,but i'll pass him the message,sometimes I think like did I do right or did I do wrong?coz I made her have an abortion, now I wish that he was born,because he would have been my first child,my first born,

[Chorus]

[Intro: Drag-On]
Hey, yeah, uh
It's a party over there, nah
It's a party over here, yeah
Fuck that bullshit...

[Drag-On:]
I ain't no Peter Piper, but I'll pay Peter to pipe ya
Cause they got me by the balls; and I can't risk it all
Up in the Jamaican spot, biscuit out and friskin all
Rudebwoy don't make me bloodclaat lick off
Me not the one you wan' take off, see and
Don't be brave, show me the safe and you'll be safe, see and
Cooperative... shit smart man
Blaow blaow! Shoulda been like that from the start man
Custom made truck, pop the trunk it's all wires
23-inch, all rims, no tires
Gritty motherfucker, Feds can't touch us
Got 'em all conceited, the way we leave 'em stuck up
Nigga, I +R&B+ niggaz like Usher
That stand for 'Rob & Bang' niggaz once the R rush ya
My heart ain't pumpin, no pressure
The way we run up on you niggaz like your parents, and undress ya

[Chorus: x2]
It don't matter what I go through
Double-R's my, life
And when shit just, ain't, lookin good
I'm a make it be, all right

[Drag-On:]
I'm only out for the cream, y'all wanna know the scheme? (yup)
Here's a tip, the tip of my gun head holds a beam
Roll with the team, with the spinnin rims so it seems
Like I'm movin slow when I speed
Stomach's so empty my chest starvin
Y'all could be the great Batman but I stick niggaz up so I be the best +Robin+
I don't respect the D's, make 'em call they sergeant
They call me Margarine; slide out the gutter, like butter
I see your stones glistenin, that don't mean nothin to me
I be at your home visitin and you ain't gon' like my company
Standin on your doormat and I'm not +Welcome+
I buy bullets but I don't sell 'em, I just make sure niggaz felt 'em
Certain niggaz gotta feel 'em (yeah) at least I don't steal
Long as he come up out his shit, at least I won't peel
May be bad but life ain't all good
Long as niggaz got that thing out and e'ything's understood
It's all hood

[Chorus]

[Drag-On:]
I do my robberies like a book of matches, I light shit
Might strike twice in one night, 'til my fire is lit
If I don't got a gun I'm wirin shit - fuck it
I don't look at ice admirin and shit, I'm thinkin how to make you up it
And is it worth it? Shit, my pockets is hurtin
And the only way I can sooth the pain is duke chain
I ask myself, is that platinum?
Shit, the way I feel right now I'll take gold if I have to
I don't give a fuck about this party so don't make me do it
Don't make me make this DJ lower this goddamn music
Everybody runnin to they car cause you slumped over the bar
Look at everybody, havin a good time, don't make me go that far
I got a nigga on each corner with a good reach on ya
And I don't got the heat on me, so one move and they gon' leap on ya
My clique keep the fumes strong like ammonia
Cause we go hard, Double-R's the squad, the street owners

[Chorus]

(feat. Eve, Melissa Jiminez)

[Melissa Jiminez]
Boy you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart
And situations getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart

[Drag-On]
I'm just a Bronx gangsta
I made a mistake I admit I fucked the plan up
I spotted you in Atlanta, I ain't gonna fuck that man up
I ain't gonna run up in his spot with a bunch of country grammars
Plus, ma I admit it, I fucked up
I ain't realize what I had until he looked up
I'm just a Bronx thug so I give off tough love, but
Ma, you gotta respect this
I wasn't raised with affection, I was raised in with weapons, what
Give me a second chance
Let's start this music over, let's get this second dance
Let's escape from so but I don't wanna control you
I just wanna just hold you fuck somewhere with hand in hand
I'm tired of being on the blocks and put pumping hand in hand
I'm going from girl to girl and you going from man to man
Let's get on a flight and lay somewhere
Where I can put sand in your hair
Sitting under chandeliers like yeah
Your man is here

[Melissa Jiminez]
Boy you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart
And situations getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart

[Eve]
Yeah it was crazy, how I used to be a baby
Went from your shorty to your lady
Making plans for a long life, huh
Reminiscing on them long nights, ha
Giggle when I think back, yo
You remember how we used to act, uh
The best of friends had each other's back
If you was riding so was I where the fuck they at
We started growing, shit started changing
But we was with it for a minute, we just being patient, ha
You wanted space so I let you go
But we still fucked around and let nobody know
We tried to get it back it just wasn't working
The more I stuck by the more it kept hurting
Had to face it, we just different now
You living you, I'm living me, that's how the shit go down
Damn, my love I miss you now

[Melissa Jiminez]
Boy you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart
And situations getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart

[Drag-On]
Ok ma, I'm fucking up
I ain't trying to put you in touch but
You say you think my style is stucking it up what
And ya only smoke blunts for me
Good company, you gave the pussy wait save some for me
Freaky sex with a whip like slavery
I whip creamed ya then licked cleaned ya
And when we get in the streets you hold my nine
Seem seema! And you got the keys to my Beamer
Light skinned round eyes mixed your some blonde hair
Treat me like a chair, sit your behind here
Even lovers when we SIP together
Then SPIT together
Matter fact let's GET together, yeah

[Melissa Jiminez]
Boy you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart
And situations getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart
Boy you had me going all out for you
Now I just don't know what I'm gonna do
My heart's so weak
But I think it's best for us to be apart
And situations getting out of hand
Wish I could understand
And let you back into my heart
It's best for us to be apart