Drag-on - Tell Your Friends - Jadakiss lyrics

[Drag talking] Yah, I'm back n***az Ha Ha why'all don't think the kid gonna come back why'all crazy [Drag] I rock a Burberry hood, my hood is very hood My gat is solid metal, my bat is heavy wood Drag is under rated, my coke is heavy weighted Why'all want to be a blood, well that's wut I'ma soak your face in Coughin' up blood, I soften up thugs I make a n***a show me love or throw me slugs I'm in the club with groupies, and groups of threes So getting ran up on the block by a group of Dee's I've been shot three movies, my deal comin soon I'm past sellin crack I got pills comin soon And I'm not no dancer, my moms got cancer So I ain't celebrating sh**, until these doctors get the answer Prolly never get a Grammy never get an Oscar But I got a twelve foot fish tank with Piranhas and Oscar's I ain't gonna ask who shot ya, nine times out of the ten I know who did I know your b**h, get at 'em Kiss [Chorus: x 2] Tell your friends, I'm a tell your friends (my friends) We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends) You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) Especially when your team wining like the Lakers [Jadakiss] Fall back respect, learn how to love a n***a You only alive, on strength of another n***a I've been nice all my F'in life A big house I only slept in twice Rhymes so dope, that it should be kept in rice The mistakes I've made, shall be corrected in my second life n***a I be in the booth relaxed, I seduced the track And beat it up like I produced the track So another line bout a gun motherf**er And I'm a pa** one to you, blast one through you You don't got adrenaline, a** run through you I run through cash, cash run through you I could do the job myself, only way I prolly ever be broke if I rob myself I don't know whats worse a hate or a f*g Double are D-Block daddy, Jada and Drag [Chorus: x 2] [Drag] I was hated by many, loved by few But respected by all, so f** all why'all Why'all doubted my sk**s, I never relied on this deal I don't give a f** what why'all feel, foreal foreal This rap sh** is nothing but fake love, alotta fake hugs I rather go do a jook's , to feed my thugs 'Cause I could look through a n***a, like a gla** shield See he ain't real, my flow is like acid pills or pcp I'm like Morgan Freeman, The way I make tracks lean on me I got a house my walls is plush, my floor is plush Drugs by the barrel, in case it all get flushed Spring is back, along with Drag I just coped a light jacket and the longest Jag I'm who you n***a love to hate, but glad I'm back Why'all heard X is retiring, but Drag is back Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends) You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend)