Swizz Beatz:

We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up

We know y'all sittin' on 20's

We know y'all reppin' your hood

But how many y'all KILL!!!



[Twista]

Bounce that ass, load them cribs,

let me see the mobbin' niggaz that, uhh, talk shit

While these muthatfuckaz be scummy and'll go for the money,

ready to ride when they holdin' a lick

Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks,

the real gun runner never run when he bust

Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt,

sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts

Hoes with ass and no gut

let me see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE

Niggaz if it's static, then pass me the strap,

gonna RIDE 'Til MY RIDE

All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi,

let's get buck up in the club

And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP

All the homeys on the block,

anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack

Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin' pack,

til a nigga bust, they bustin' back

Guys that'll roll them dice and win,

girls with 'fits that show the skin

Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen,

real hoes let your best friend know about men

Cause I be squeezin' ass

and'll make a full glass disappear like a genie

Move to the LOX and Beanie,

while them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie

It's like no nigga in the world could see me

when I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On

Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes,

if you want herb we got bombs



Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)



Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz

For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in