[Intro: Drag-On]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Fuck y'all niggas talkin 'bout huh?
["It's Time I See You"]
[Verse 1: Drag-On]
Get it right, you faggot niggas heard Suge Knight
Double R's the only niggas he respect and, y'all niggas shook right?
Y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone
Wit two niggas downstairs with licensed guns to take y'all home
Scared ass niggas, you think they gon take a life so they can get life [nope]
Ask Puff they ain't tryin to hear that nigga
For no cake, and y'all can get at us on Labor Day
We make stones that say pay ya debt on your moms labor day
I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of
Handheld don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers
I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double R's hoodrat
The nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit
[Verse 2: Cross]
Y'all bitches think the Ryders a joke, well I don't play [let's go]
I blow you whole fuckin shit up like Tim McVeigh
Gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today
Cross comin y'all better get the fuck out the way
I ain't the shit that you see that's on the top of your church
I put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Fuck y'all niggas talkin 'bout huh?
["It's Time I See You"]
[Verse 1: Drag-On]
Get it right, you faggot niggas heard Suge Knight
Double R's the only niggas he respect and, y'all niggas shook right?
Y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone
Wit two niggas downstairs with licensed guns to take y'all home
Scared ass niggas, you think they gon take a life so they can get life [nope]
Ask Puff they ain't tryin to hear that nigga
For no cake, and y'all can get at us on Labor Day
We make stones that say pay ya debt on your moms labor day
I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of
Handheld don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers
I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double R's hoodrat
The nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit
[Verse 2: Cross]
Y'all bitches think the Ryders a joke, well I don't play [let's go]
I blow you whole fuckin shit up like Tim McVeigh
Gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today
Cross comin y'all better get the fuck out the way
I ain't the shit that you see that's on the top of your church
I put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse
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