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Drag-On - Respect My Gangsta lyrics
Yeah, what up? New York City, what up? This your boy, to the Dash S.P., Double R Hell and Back Styles straight out the penn [Styles P] You don't like my shit you could bite my dick I got a case, I'ma fight my shit I got a blunt, I'ma light my shit I'ma chain smoke with cocaine sellers Stick up kid took the game over Niggaz hate death, still gotta break necks I'm at the dealer coppin shit they ain't make yet You think you're nigga happy, I'm just trigger happy Phone ring a lot, niggaz throwin figgas at me I got major plans, you get in the way And your throat is the place where my banger lands You don't wanna anger me, upset me or startle me You don't want a part of me, I'm goin for the arteries And I'm a colt-45 user, G-Host to the game of death You about to die loser This is Holiday and Dash-On We burn a whole fuckin house down so I don't need a mask on [Chorus: Drag-On |
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