N****s Die 4 Me (feat. DMX)

Uh, let's go

Woo! Drag-On, baby

Come on!

My **** is the **** that'll ride with me

My **** is the **** gettin' high with me

My **** is the **** that'll die with me

And we can get it on, uh

My **** is the **** that'll ride with me

My **** is the **** gettin' high with me

My **** is the **** that'll die with me

And we can get it on, uh

Rigga **** wanna see the Dog **** bite

But this kid Drag strike a light

Fuck five mics, my fire burn the wire

'Cause we the **** that plug, wrap 'em in the rug

Flames mini blowin' on my hands like dust

Chicks wanna slurp? I guarantee I'll make ya burp

Just push yo' teeth to the curb and hum a word

Some nerve, cats think they can touch a torch

You don't know, I buy my gun just for me to toss

Fuck what it costs, I don't care what kind of drop you pushin'

I put my fifteen to your top and dump bullets

Yeah, I see y'all cowards like to wear vests

Well, I'ma aim a little higher, like for your neck

I puff lye, I'ma lift blunts till my arm look like Popeye, till the day is bye-bye

Till then, 300G fly by, rented

So foggy, windows look tinted

We just be lookin' at your Roley at them hot shows

So go 'head boy, get drunk, pop that Mo'

Until I pull ya to the side, see the nine, kid?

And since you got that nice watch, you know what time it is

'Cause Drag's clock say 7:30

So sudden move and you gon' be left somewhere real dirty, dirty

Double R, a camp where it's all champs

And if y'all want to stop fire, open up a damn

My **** is the **** that'll ride with me

My **** is the **** gettin' high with me

My **** is the **** that'll die with me

And we can get it on, uh

My **** is the **** that'll ride with me

My **** is the **** gettin' high with me

My **** is the **** that'll die with me

And we can get it on, uh

Betcha **** wonder why Drag always spit fire, why I always pop shit?

About how I burn **** till they chocolate

'Cause I'm the opposite of H2O, now ya know

Fix your wrinkled face, my iron press more than clothes

And girls, I love 'em when I meet 'em, might eat 'em

But when they act up, it's like Turner, Tina

Don't make me get the burner

Catch me in the low key Pontiac Sun sippin' Cognac

Y'all know how that affects Blacks, so you know I clash that

No way I'ma blow all these gats and crack stacks

I'ma lil' ****, so you know I run fast

But don't do much of it, do a lot of gun bustin'

'Cause when I let off a clip, I get a kick

Outta seeing **** run, eyes open, hopin' they don't trip

Hear the echoes blocks away

Type of bricklayers that hear shots today and give your blocks away

Run up on papi, hey! Drop the yay

And if he don't stall, this world be popped tomorrow

Drag-On speaks with a stutter, but I rhyme well

So like a dead snitch, it's hard to tell

Dirty, dirty ****, word

This is to my grimy, grimy ****, word

This is to my RR ****, word

Yeah, 'cause we double R, ****, you heard? Come on

My **** is the **** that'll ride with me

My **** is the **** gettin' high with me

My **** is the **** that'll die with me

And we can get it on, uh

My **** is the **** that'll ride with me

My **** is the **** gettin' high with me

My **** is the **** that'll die with me

And we can get it on, come on!

My **** is the **** that'll ride with me

My **** is the **** gettin' high with me

My **** is the **** that'll die with me

And we can get it on, uh

My **** is the **** that'll ride with me

My **** is the **** gettin' high with me

My **** is the **** that'll die with me

And we can get it on, come on!

My **** is the **** that'll ride with me

My **** is the **** gettin' high with me

My **** is the **** that'll die with me

And we can get it on, uh