[Chorus: DMX]
Drag-On, niggas act on
Messin wit the team it's gon be a sad song
X, will bring the day and the night
Cuz we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right
[Verse 1: DMX]
Moves is made, niggas is paid, that's just how it is
When my time is up I'mma be out but I'mma try to live
I'm eatin day by day, ain't nothin sweet about it
Act like you don't know what I'm sayin and you'll read about it
Built for war like a armadillo
Smoother yo' ass then put two through the pilllow
Cause my shit is Brillo
Manic depressive and my head hurts
'Tentions is dead thirst, I wet first, but wait a minute it gets worse
I can't control what I hold inside
So I take it out on the soul of that kid that died
Spit fire, torch niggas like barbecues
Mobbin crews, strippin niggas, robbin crews
And put him speechless, when I made him eat this
Hollow tip and you can follow grip, you be like Kim and ain't gon swallow shit
Don't know the half, couldn't know the math
To understand the wrath of a man split in half
But he got what he wanted, shot for three hundred
Shit is tight and a nigga that's right gots to run it
No question, that's how I get down, niggas know
Gimme yo' dough and yo' ho, and here take these fo'
Hot things I got things that make niggas spin
Put niggas in the wind, where you never see niggas again
Bless a nigga with stitches, the thin type
And a straight razor will put pinstripes across your windpipe
Drag-On, niggas act on
Messin wit the team it's gon be a sad song
X, will bring the day and the night
Cuz we get it right, get it right, get it right, spit it right
[Verse 1: DMX]
Moves is made, niggas is paid, that's just how it is
When my time is up I'mma be out but I'mma try to live
I'm eatin day by day, ain't nothin sweet about it
Act like you don't know what I'm sayin and you'll read about it
Built for war like a armadillo
Smoother yo' ass then put two through the pilllow
Cause my shit is Brillo
Manic depressive and my head hurts
'Tentions is dead thirst, I wet first, but wait a minute it gets worse
I can't control what I hold inside
So I take it out on the soul of that kid that died
Spit fire, torch niggas like barbecues
Mobbin crews, strippin niggas, robbin crews
And put him speechless, when I made him eat this
Hollow tip and you can follow grip, you be like Kim and ain't gon swallow shit
Don't know the half, couldn't know the math
To understand the wrath of a man split in half
But he got what he wanted, shot for three hundred
Shit is tight and a nigga that's right gots to run it
No question, that's how I get down, niggas know
Gimme yo' dough and yo' ho, and here take these fo'
Hot things I got things that make niggas spin
Put niggas in the wind, where you never see niggas again
Bless a nigga with stitches, the thin type
And a straight razor will put pinstripes across your windpipe
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