Lyrics:

{Drag-On}I be the D-R-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim''cause bullets make your feet fastwe throw babies in the trashDrag don''t play with little gatscrib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macsand quarter pounds bitch place your order now stay in lineI only f**k with broke niggasthat stright depend on crimeyou straight pussy so f**k your ass cap''cause in jail they''ll put your cap whereyour ass at you ass blackprojects thats where Drag atyea ya got heartbut if I don''t got my gunthats where ya gonna get stabbed atboy as a young I never grabbed that toyDrag was taught to grab that and ask''where the cash at''{Sheek}you think we shoot his pocket sidesdeuce decuce and 25''syou ain''t takin'' em'' niggayou threatenin'' livesI ain''t frontin motherf**kerI don''t shoot no legsI''m tryna see if your brainsreally look like eggsor is it just that commercialyour brain on drugsnow it''s a total different lookfrom these shotgun slugsto get rich it could take less than two daysI''m like them little beepershalfs and bullets two-waysf**k vests my shit go throught toup??sI''ma thug in New Yorkand when I''m on your setwe the apartment where they filmedgood times atbitch what the f**k I''ma thug niggaChrous:(2X)I''ma thug in da streetz and I know what to doif you f**kin with me I''ma f**k with youI don''t give a f**k now I''m doing my thinglike a motherf**king dog I''m doing my thang{Styles}weight on my backhate in my heart blood in my eyefoot on the gasblunt in my mouthlovin the ridehand on the gunear to the streetback to the wallmind on my money while I''m clappin at ya''ll{Jadakiss}I got niggas in jailcrack in the hoodhustle in southfiends and customersthat run in your houseI got family ties I''m handy with knivesI live my life in the ghettonose candy and ninesI''m deeper than mostsleep wit it closewake wit a demonhave visions of the whole world shaking and screaming{Styles}I was born to be a leaderbut if the game was dirtyI was born to be a cheateryou talking to me greasyI was going to get the heater{Jadakiss}you tell me what you know about blowgettin dough and straight warrin'' with a meanerfrontin in a Benz or I was soarin'' in a Bima{Styles}lyin in the cutthe gun is straight runninglike a tire on the trucksif he is real or a liarput the plyer to his nutsor the fire to his guts{Jadakiss}''cause niggas is too softthat heat make niggas cool offf**k ice I''m tryna cop the crew lofts{Styles}So we can be back in effectI throw the barrel to the back of your neckand hop back in the vette (corvette){Jadakiss}''cause everybody is a felon with loot''cause they say rap is like dust{Styles and Jadakiss}and we the only ones sellin'' the juiceChrous:(2X)I''ma thug in da streetz and I know what to doif you f**kin with me I''ma f**k with youI don''t give a f**k now I''m doing my thinglike a motherf**king dog I''m doing my thang{Eve}bitches is so sickthey throw upso scared they don''t evencome around in places that I show upgo ahead nigga put your dough upme against who nigga grow upbitches choke can''t even get their flow upI ain''t got no fear bout you bitches in da industryactin all confused don''t know who you supposed to bechickens lost steady worryin'' boutwho''s dick is tossedstop stallin betta get this thing before it''s gonebut I ain''t mad''cause I ain''t gon'' pass it oncallin'' askin can you get on my shit''cause your cash is goneyou won''t get no sales off of mebitch pleasepitbull run with dogs I don''t like fleasChrous:(2X)I''ma thug in da streetz and I know what to doif you f**kin with me I''ma f**k with youI don''t give a f**k now I''m doing my thinglike a motherf**king dog I''m doing my thang