(feat. Drag-On, Eve, Shadow)

[Drag-On (Warren G)]

C'mon (The Ruff Ryders)

Flame on (Double R, baby)

Flame on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon



[Drag-On]

Aiyyo, y'all niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct tape

Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush grapes

I make the hardest shed a tear

Give 'em a gun, if I had two right here

Two over there, fuck playin' fair!

Y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear

Drag just burn that up and get it outta here

Y'all think y'all goin' from heaven to hell?

Y'all ain't goin' nowhere

But in the same town on the same dirty ground

And I don't care how you livin' it up

I even got dead niggas shiverin' up

You can bet I come diggin' you up

Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by

Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus

The one open is at the tip of the nose

When it blows, y'all so-called-pimps die hoes

Don't bite rhymes or flows, just air mark

Snap with a finger, have y'all wanted in dead park



[Eve]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[Shadow]

Anything that's dealin' with dough, we got that

Cock back, hold in position for combat

Stand clear, all y'all cowards have been warned

Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne



[Eve]

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean?

Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams

Since I had a snotty scream

Was taught to die in a red beam

Never ask when I need cash

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