Swizz Beatz - Drag sh** lyrics

[Verse 1] I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me sandman Cuz while I smoke this up, I got coke to cut Leavin n***as so doped up, they chokin off they throw up Can't even see straight, leanin like they need V8 n***a call a g eighth, jail I can't see me in A year's too long it's only shorter you got three in I run with n***as on the run from 25 Y'all only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray sh** up Keep braggin about your cars I'ma see drama before it happens When I roll up hard, you wonder what the f** cab I'm in Cuz I can pop up and peel back and all I can promise is peel caps With holes, like the bullets was damn near pose I see your Lex duped out, your sunroof's out Now look at me droppin three in your dome two to your mouth Leave a n***a head blowin his horn, with his signals on Don't lie before a snitch call cops I'm fall blocks See I spit hard cuz I know that's what y'all want Y'all ain't said it first, I'm droppin with a odor out my trunk Now what the hell is that, you smell that? All you see is a shoelace teared up from the back Like I'm fishtailin a Ac And who I sound like? C'mon dog my voice drown mics But n***a don't compare, stop talkin and come here You know where I be at, BX and n***a bring that I already got mine, the only difference I pop mine n***a HOOK: Styles Paniro Ruff Ryder n***a, carry the pound Get engaged with these bullets, then marry the ground Drag dash On the fire is real We don't talk about guns, we will pop our steel You don't sound like us, get down like us Make a n***a mom frown like us, we Ruff Ryde Til I say enough died, I'ma still bust mine Finished with the pound, then I'm startin with the nine [Verse 2] I don't sound close to n***as, n***as runnin around Rollercoasting n***as, I make post of n***as When I put the toast to n***as Let me see y'all n***as run, cuz when I tote float n***as And deep throat n***as Spit flame, drop of a dime, drop of a quarter I'm the real reason why n***as rush the border They dont plea 'bout they freedom, they just wanna see him So I can speak words to tease em, and mislead em To have 'em smuggle me guns, smuggle me d** f**in with thugs, cuttin n***as up just out of love Drag buy guns in New York, hell naw! I got cubans send me cuban cigars for these bars So f** y'all cuz all I could tell y'all the rest is no tax I'm fire so y'all could never be no macks Last n***a touched that couldn't get his skin back Came in in all white, left out in all black When I pop mine, my bullets ignore stop signs So when you feel a burnin sensation, know it's clock time You know like 2 to 6, or 3 to 9 9 to 12 and under that, ain't nothin but shells Pick em up, throw em right at myself Tell a kid this is for every bad month that daddy sent to hell Those that wanna be like, shoulda just been Mike And when you see me in the streets, we could do it like Nike HOOK