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Swizz Beatz:
We know y all out to drink til y all throw up
We know y all sittin on 20 s
We know y all reppin your hood
But how many y all KILL!!!

[Twista]
Bounce that ass, load them cribs,
let me see the mobbin niggaz that, luv to talk talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be scummy and ll go for the money,
ready to ride when they holdin a lick
Thugs with the Chevy s, thugs with the trucks,
the real gun runner never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a dro blunt,
sippin with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with ass and no gut
let me see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE
Niggaz if it s static, then pass me the strap,
gonna RIDE Til MY RIDE
All the hoes that ll freaky niggaz, with the fedi,
let s get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP
All the homeys on the block,
anny up on the fin and let s go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom Lac, hustlin pack,
til a nigga bust, they bustin back
Guys that ll roll them dice and win,
girls with fits that show the skin
Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen,
real hoes let your best friend know about men
Cause I be squeezin ass
and ll make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and Beanie,
while them hoes backin that thang up on my weenie
It s like no nigga in the world could see me
when I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin up big babies in a Mercedes,
if you want herb we got bombs

Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones that smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista (kill me)
Gangsta (Let s ride), hustla (Feel me)

[Drag-On]
By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight,
and this kid spit fire light
And the bitch I don fucked like last night,
I don t give a fuck bout a 2 and a half mic
Cause the only muthafuckin magazine that I read,
is when I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach,
I suggest y all run from it
And the click-click from the calico, I gotta go,
make it pimp with a lot of hoes
I m the same muthafucka that s countin that dough,
cookin that coke to a pot of gold
Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop,
I don t care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough glocks
Drag open up boots by watchin co-op s in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y all creep up on me
I run up on y all in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on leavin is me
And the only one bleedin is you, tryin to breeze with me
All the Roc is E-N-Y-C-E, in the NYC with the white T
All I really do is R-U double F, R-Y-D-E
D-R-A-G, to the dash O-N
Catch me, smokin potent, bet it leave y all, niggaz soakin ,
with your insides open

Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)

Swizz Beatz:
ERRRRRRR!!!!
Hold the fuck up!
Slow down!
Drag, Twista, listen up
These muthafuckaz don t know what s real out here
(They damn sure don t)
This is volume 2 (volume 2)
Nigga, so, get ignorent!

Chorus: Twista (Drag-On)

[Twista]
Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin on tropical, achievin all missions impossible
When I up the block at you, I ma pop at you
If your momma cry there s nothin I could do
Should not ve fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I m in to clubbin , clubbin , shake it don t you break it
You booty to sacred, can t take it, wanna see you naked
I don drunk a boo muthafucka, so you know I m lit up
Everybody get up, sweat for tha Twista, it s a stick up

Drag-On (Swizz Beatz):
This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up,
just pour me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista,
let s see if you murdered who ll miss ya
I love the dirty south, that s why I gotta dirty mouth
that ll burn you out
Tell your bitch I got a dick that ll turn her out,
especially when I tell her turn around
I don hurt her now
Shit ll come back, and I think it s time to get murdered now
I m tired of silly clowns, spittin out weak shit, sound like my shit
You gon make me pull a all nighter
Standin infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
That way we won t miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin it on em!)

Out of the past
Machines of crime
Brute force side-split
Live and let die

Dealing I am
Triumph blood is
Thicker water
Getting
Power hungry

Track down weak flesh
Some like it hot
High roll get down
Fist face get down

Dull years
Strait jacket baby
Wired from 10 years
Of pain
Bending the rules
Seems more likely
Than going insane
Sweating time
In the hot house
Toyland broken yea
Eating away
All fascination
Got...

I didnt plan it this way
But its happening again
Tomorrow i ll apologize
I ll shot my mouth off start a fight
Make my girlfriend cry
I can feel it creepin in

some people never learn
until my hammer strikes its...

Nie, nie łatwo miłość wygnać z ciemnej duszy,
choćby była jedną lampą, jedną świeczką.
Lecz jeżeli, lecz jeżeli człowiek musi,
to salwuje się szklaneczką i ucieczką.

Lecz jeżeli, lecz jeżeli człowiek musi,
to salwuje się szklaneczką i ucieczką.

Nic za darmo, nic za grosze, oczywista,
za to płaci...

FEELINGS GO OVER AND UNDER
MOVIN’ LIKE SHIPS ON THE SEA
SAILIN´ THROUGH SUNSHINE AND THUNDER
BLINDIN´ YOU MAKE YOU SEE

UP UP
AND AND
DOWN DOWN
GOIN´ UP TO THE TOP, FALLIN´ DOWN TO THE GROUND
UP UP
AND...

I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles
I think of rain, I think of roses blue
I think of rose, my heart begins to tremble
To see the place she’s lately gotten to
Gotten to, gotten to

She’s gotten to mysterious devotions
She’s gotten to the...