Drag-on - Scenario 2000 lyrics

[Swizz Beatz] See y'all don't understand us you know Ruff Ryders is a family Ruff Ryders Ruff Ryders Ruff Ryders Lets go Swizz Beatz [DMX] This is the darkest sh**, sparkest sh** Hitting wit the hardest sh**, cause before we started sh** Wit kids I knew my friends all turned against me Said f** it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this He got my back I got his, scheming on mad n***as That's how we do bids It's about time to start another, robbing spree Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump When I was up north, since 16 I was sending n***as home in a coffin Living like a orphan, you bad n***a? I'll be back to see if you'll be still here You know my style I'll put yo f**ing man, in a wheelchair He'll never walk again, on the strength of me Thats how I left him G, scared to d**h of me Cannot run, hit wit the hot one From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done [Eve] Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasing me I show love to, all my b**hes hustling one's, tussle wit thieves Making moves, second to none, I locked it, uh Made a sudden move you got bit Flooded wit the double R, real street sh** The blond hair bandit, you got guns, hand it Turn my face when I bust a cannon Cause I don't wear sunblock Ask Drag if the fire is hot sh** pop shells, fall three feet, roll over and stop We warn n***as that we coming then we hold up the blocks scorn n***as like their mothers then we wet up their socks red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then hide out buy out bars till we see fall Believe in this game, we beat y'all, you got money? Keep y'alls, for us be tearing trying to hide, then our fire Beat y'alls [JadaKiss] And you can come see me if you trying to make a gram tonight Cause I can get it for you raw, gray, tan or white f** rap yo, I'd rather be planning a flight Somewhere hot on a wave runner, tanning wit dikes Blowing the haze, while all of em giving me brains One at a time, y'all start from the front of the line everybody wanna contact me and get wit me but still end up being mad Cause i charge fifty and as for you s**er, you can keep those rapz and Screw your awards, my son can't eat those plaques I never was sh** but some things i never forget like if you spend three your guaranteed to make back six Drove the Benz off the lot and just dusted her off Tints, rims, stashed, tick the governor off Even the cats that be hating still be loving the dogs Cause they know that the double R's coming for war What [Styles] If you ain't ready to die, then why should you live? Cause when I start busting the guns , you hiding the kids And the Pieer's still riding on clips, surviving wit bricks We beefing on the 4th you got to die on the 5th Like I wasn't hustling dope or robbing the blocks Starving or not, carving the cheek, palming the glock I figure which n***a could I watch wit a watch I like to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist Put it together, double it twice,this sh** is my life Catch me wit a 45, hot pair of Nikes And three red dice, like, give me the bank or gimmie yo face Gimmie a shank It's Holiday ugh the hoopties in the front but the truckers a mile away n***as wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today cause the P'll hollow the guns Holla at sons if you feel a n***a holla back then you swallow the ones [Sheek] (uh, uh, uh) Y'all dem bust in them crowd n***as and hit whoever When you should aim for them n***as that took yo leather They right there, but you scared that they gon bust Cause they crazy, but them crazy n***as bleed like us See I'm one shot through the heart like Cupid Y'all n***as might be crazy, but y'all not stupid its 99 im k**ings you women and kids f** scar-face watch me, i'm more action to see than them motherf**ers that y'all see on T.V. and f** what you heard this how sheek get down comes wit guns, sh** i'm rhyming wit one on me now you never know what clown goin ta walk into the studio talking sh** and its gonna be more than the amster blow I pour gas on your skin and watch your sh** detatch lit and book of matches now that's when you have met your match and the worst thing for you is to have a gun when i'm thursty ill turn n***as more holy man, than Eddie Murphy i got more bricks than that city do with jersey Yo i got call cops n***as, I got autops n***as, that'll bust you and slide And some ol 6-drop n***as Revolver Pop n***as, easy Ox n***as Get knocked, say we smoked detox n***as Drug program, hit the streets we cop 56 mo grams Y'all n***as ain't messing wit scrams And that's [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference between fire and water? You whether drown or die off torture, cause yo skins of ya And watch ya burn off fat, dog I'm off the thermostat Could put a comb to my mouth and give yo b**h a perm wit that Keep shells in the envelopes Cause I'll mail out bullets More blood that a riot on a jailhouse footage Buck 40, buy the extra 20 wit the semi, when it hit you You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly when i burn you to a crisp you gonna be cruncher than chips wit mah hand all up in the bag munching on the sh** bit by bit clip by clip and every block by block is brick on brick I got knots on knots Cause I got things that'll pop yo top And double R spot yo block wit 16 shots and watch y'all drop And ain't nobody getting up, (un)less they in the wheelchair Sitting up or spitting up, either way I don't give a f**