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[Funk Flex] Ah this shit is ugly right here Be clear baby! Drag-On, Ruff Ryders Shout out to Uncle Ray New York City are you fuckin ready?!!
[Drag-On] We gon smoke trees like them legalize it Here`s a pipe quick, pinch a inch or die quick Seen? Long as it`s Funkmaster Flex Me don`t care if me flunk or pass the test The pump will take a chunk out ya chest Or rip out ya vest, which blood clot fi test Read my basketball files They say I call my nine my tech-nical fouls Clubs hand check us now Chicks hand fuck us now That`s why niggas like fuck us now I tell a nigga it`s not likely that my four is missin So just lay down and audition for your mortician Make you give that cash up I`ll get all twenty of X dogs to get up at ya Trust me them pits`ll catch ya Make you spit up ketchup, extra Layin right next to Somebody doorstep messed up, chest up Before this shit I was a rapper Cuz while my face was masked up Y`all niggas was wrapped up, act up!
[HOOK] D-R-A-G dash O-N Call me Drag-On I`m hot scorchin {*both lines 4X*}
(Who Dat, Who Dat, How we ride)
[Drag-On] You can see the tears in the eyes of men die You can see them fuck with fire all the men fry Seen? Ain`t that right Flex, go head dawg show `em off Show `em how them twenties look washed and Armor Alled I give dicks to chicks that make them give they mom a call Cause I always stand tall like my brain was in my balls Look, what the blood clot, love the chicks that ??? Wanna see me on they period can`t be seriously The last nigga that asked me my name I gave him a blunt And told him Drag-On and pass it on I`m 140 so I wear my gun sporty Switch `em like a pair of Timbs and never wear `em again Me killin batty bwoy, make him a ??? from a dred naughty boy You don`t run around wit the shotty boy It`s not a cause Let me see, when they comin who can stop a Ruff Ryder In the BX pumpin` a lot of noise
[Funk Flex] Blounce shout DJ Twin, Rockwilder Shut ya fuckin face Y`all mean nothin to me! Y`all ain`t got it the way I fuckin got it, yknahmean? Be clear! I`m the king of this shit right here nigga! Fix your fuckin face! Matter fact peel your fuckin pocket, BITCH!
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