Drag-On - Get It Right Lyrics

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HOOK: DMX

Drag-On niggas act on

Messin wit the team it's gon be a sad song

X will bring the day and the night

'cause we get it right get it right get it right spit it right

[DMX]

Moves is made niggas is paid that's just how it is

When my time is up I'ma be out but I'ma try to live

I'm eatin day by day aint nothin sweet about it

Act like you don't know what I'm sayin then you read about it

Built for war like a armadillo

Smokin yo' ass put two through the pilllow

Hear my shit through windows

Manic depressive and my head hurts

Soon as the dead thirst I'll whet him first

Now wait a minute it gets worse

I can't control what I own inside

So I take it out on the soul of that kid that died

Spit fire cross niggas like barbecues

Mobbin crews strippin niggas robbin crews

And put him speechless when I made him eat this

Hollow tip and you can follow grip

You be like Kim and aint gon swallow shit

Don't know the half couldn't know the math

To understand the wrath of a man split in half

But he got what he wanted shot for three hundred

Shit is tight and a nigga that's right gots to run it

Aint no question that's how I get down

Niggas know gimme yo' dough and yo' hoe and here take these fo'

Hot things I got things that make niggas spin

Put niggas in the wind where you never see niggas again

Bless a nigga with fifties the thin types

And a straight blast that'll put pinstripes across your windpipe

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HOOK 2X

[Drag-On]

Drag opposite water more than a spot order

My flows cause fire then bring holes

Takes more than a pump to out this little punk

'less that pump is a twelve and I get popped still I burn to hell

Call the police and whatever they don't seize

And put in they mouth and catch freeze tell em throw Drag some keys

Don't care how many oyeas I gotta make believe

If you nervous you don't deserve it poppi please

Cats stealin gats y'all probably will get hit

Well I'm the future let's see y'all copy this stopping this

Since a tiny kid like "mommy buy me this"

Since she always told me no started stealin on some grimy shit

Like look at that now look at that slide it in my bookbag

I'm who parents point they fingers at "get from that hoodrat"

And put it back fuck tough while y'all cook crack

I'm cocaine throw me in the pot I rise to the top

With your 5.0 go 'head look ma I got four more pegs

Stil put them holes in yo' head til it's mushy like dough bread

'cause that vest only protects that chest

And if I decide to get ice don't get to fascinated

Or it's my bullet your brain mashed potatoes

Double R got me comin hard on you haters

'cause we the streets black and y'all belong beneath that

HOOK 2X

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