Niggas Die 4 Me

[Drag-On] Uh, let's go Whoo! Drag-on, baby [DMX] Come on [Chorus x 2] My n****s is the n****s that'll ride with me My n****s is the n****s gettin' high with me My n****s is the n****s that'll die with me And we can get it on [Drag-On] Rigga n****s want to see the Dog n**** bite But this kid Drag strike a light F*** five mics; my fire burn the wire 'Cause we the n****s that plug Wrap 'em in the rug Flames mini blowing on my hands like dust Chicks want to slurp? Ya guaranteed I'm a make 'em burp Just push your teeth to the curve And hum a word Some nerve, cats think they can touch the torch You don't know about my gun just for me to toss F*** with the cars I don't care what kind of drop ya pushin' I put my fifteen through your top and dump bullets Yeah, I see y'all cowards like to wear vests Well, I'm a aim a little higher, like for your neck I puff lye I'm a lift blunts till my arm look like Popeye Till the day is bye bye Till then, three hundred G fly by, rented So foggy windows look tinted We just be lookin' at your Roley, at dem hot shows So go 'head, boy, get drunk, pop that Mo' Until I pull ya to the side See the nine, kid? And since you got that nice watch You know what time it is 'Cause Drag's clock say 7:30 So sudden move and you gon' be left somewhere Real dirty, dirty Double R - a camp where it's all champs And if y'all want to stop fire, open up a 'dant [Chorus x 2] Bet'cha n****s always wonder Why Drag always spit fire? Why y'all always pop s*** About how I burn n****s till they chocolate? 'Cause I'm the opposite of H2O; now ya know Fix your wrinkled face My iron press more than clothes And girls - I love 'em when I meet 'em Might eat 'em But when they act up, it's like Turner Tina Don't me get the burner Catch me in the low key Pontiac Sun, sippin' Con-gac Y'all know how that affects blacks So you know I clash that No way I'm a blow all these gats and crack stacks I'm a lil' n**** so you know I run fast But don't do much of it Do a lot of gun busting 'Cause when I let off a clip, I get a kick Outta seeing n****s run eyes open, hoping they don't trip Ya hear the echoes blocks away Type of bricklayers that hear shots today And give your blocks away Run up on papi Hey, drop the yay And if he don't stall This world be popped tomorrow Drag-On speaks with a stutter, but I rhyme well So like a dead snitch, it's hard to tell Dirty, dirty n****s, word This is to my grimy, grimy n****s, word This is to my RR n****s, word Yeah, 'cause we double R n****s, ya heard? (Come on) [Chorus x 6]