(uh  yeah yeah yeah c'mon c'mon)
 When ya'll niggaz run on my block
 You gonna get it
 And that bitch you trying to pop
 I done hit it
 You still trying to find my style
 You gonna get lost
 And those that think they could touch
 Gonna get torched
 Make a flow to my gun
 That'll go off
 I'll do a hundred in the wind
 On the turnpike
 All you hear is wind  wind  wind
 That's a dirt bike
 And you can put them up and shut em up
 Cuz when we get it up we hit em up
 Hoes ain't good enough
 My fires gonna make dust
 Now who the one doing the talking?
 Ya'll niggaz gonna split a coffin
 And you can call that fifty-fifty
 Break it down to the nitty gritty
 Now what you see is whatcha gonna get
 That's 5'8, dead weight, tone straight, your face
 Now let me see you get away
 Bob and weave back
 Since when a nigga breathe through his back?
 Now when it come to my shit
 Better leave that

 C'mon C'mon

 Hook: Your hoe don't wanna be mine?
 Better save your daughter
 Your coke compared to mine?
 Is baking soda
 Ya'll niggaz wanna war?
 Better send your soldiers
 My life is on the line
 For the new world order!

 (Repeat once)

 (Verse 2)
 Soon I'ma flow over
 Like (what) like water
 When niggaz be drowning
 Ya'll look smaller
 I don't give a fuck what they might call ya
 It could Mo or Cristal
 I'll pour ya
 I be dealing with the hype shit
 I keep a tight clip
 But only thing my bullet might slip
 Growing up in these here streets
 Is gritty
 You don't do a lot of talking
 In the city
 It's pat pat pat
 No pity
 Then woo woo woo woo
 Those sirens
 When Drag dash on
 Is hiding
 Cause we don't do a lot of running
 I keep firing
 And as long as they payin
 A few is dying
 I don't care if it's plastic or iron
 Cause the money in my pocket
 I'll fold ya
 And if your niggaz ain't tell you
 They shoulda told ya

 C'mon C'mon

 Hook: Repeat twice

 When my niggaz swing the sword off
 Get your shit blown off
 Cause if ya'll niggaz looking for a fist fight
 Shit you gonna die tonight
 Cause when we swing them things
 You gonna see the light
 I don't care if its heaven or hell
 They both bright
 Ya'll niggaz got beef with Drag-On?
 C'mon,C'mon,C'mon,C'mon, C'mon
 Ya'll niggaz is getting to close
 Back up, Back up, Back up, Back up, Back up
 Ya'll niggaz gonna make my gun go
 Blaka,Blaka,Blaka,Blaka,Blaka
 Ruff Ryders gonna make sure you don't come back
 The only nigga that's allowed to come back
 Is a nigga that smoke the crack
 When it comes to our g-stacks
 We want that
 Now let me see you count that
 We don't want no ones back
 Them ten's and twenty's
 Is all but a simple money
 And I'ma burn like I'm on hot sand
 With my shoes off
 Make sure nobody make a move
 Til the cruise is off
 And in this game i win
 And you lost
 And the only way you gonna catch me
 Is on the cover on of the new Source

 C'mon C'mon

 Hook: repeat four times till end