Uh   Yeah, yeah, yeah   C'mon C'mon   What what what   C'mon (Come bitch)    C'mon C'mon   (Come bitch)         When y'all niggas run on my block   You gon get it    And that bitch you tryin to pop (I done hit that)   I done hit it    You still tryin to find my style?   You gon get lost   And those that think they can touch   Gon get taught   Sure we can flow till my gun   Had to go off (blahhh)   I do a hundred in the wind    On the turnpike   All you hear is we-we-ween    That's a dirt bike   And you can put em up or shut em up   Cuz when we get em up we hit em up   Hoes ain't good enough   My fire's gonna make dust   Now who the one do the talkin? (who dat?)   Y'all niggas gonna split a coffin   You can call that 50/50   Break it down to the nitty-gritty (uh-huh)   Now what you see is   Whatcha gon get   That's .58, dead weight, chrome straight, your face   Now let me see ya get em up   Bob and weave back   Since when, a nigga be through his pack?   Now when it come down to my shit   Betta leave that    C'mon C'mon      [Chorus: Drag-On & Various- 2x's]:      Your hoe don't wanna be mine?   Better save your daughter   Your coke compared to mine   Is baking soda   Y'all niggas want a war?   Better send yo' soldiers   My life is on the line   For the New World Order         Soon I'm gonna flow over    (Like what?) Like water (C'mon)   When niggas be drownin   They look smaller   I don't give a fuck what they might call ya   It can be Moe or Cristal   I'll pour ya   I'm done with the hype shit   I keep a tight grip (my gun)   But only then (what's that?)   A bullet might slip   Growin up in these here streets   Is gritty   We don't do a lot of talkin   In this city   It's down to pap pap pap   No pity (my gun)   Then woo-woo woo-woo (police)   Go sirens   While Drag-dash-On   Is hidin   Cuz we don't do a lot of runnin   I keep firin   And as long as they payin   A few's dyin   I don't care if it's plastic or iron   It's like the money in my pocket   I'll fold ya   And if your niggas ain't tell you   I shoulda told ya   C'mon, C'mon      [Chorus 2x]      When my niggas swing this sawed off (blahhh)   Get ya shit blown off (uh-huh)   Cuz if y'all niggas looking for a fist fight   Shit, well not tonight   Cuz when we swing them things (lights out)   You gon see the light   I don't care if it's heaven or hell   They won't bite   Y'all niggas got beef with Drag-On?   C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon   Y'all niggas is gettin too close   Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up   Y'all niggas gonna make my gun go   Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka!!   Ruff Ryder gonna make sure y'all don't   Come back   The only nigga that's allowed to come back   Is a nigga that smoke the crack   And when it come down to our G-stacks   We want that   Now let me see you count that (my money)   We don't want no ones back (my money)   Them tens and twenties   Is how I like to see my money   And I'ma run like I'm on hot sand (hot sand)   With my shoes off (hot shit)   Make sure nobody make a move   Till the crew's off   And I mean this game I wins   And you lost   And the only way they gonna catch me   Is on the cover of the new Source   C'mon C'mon      [Chorus 4x]