Swizz Beatz - Thug In The Street lyrics

[Drag-On] I be the D-R-A-G dash ya n***as foot slim Cuz bullets make your feet fast We throw babies in the trash Drag don't play with little gats Crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs And quarter pounds b**h place your order now stay in line I only f** with broke n***as That stright depend on crime You straight p**y so f** your a** cap Cuz in jail they'll put your cap where Your a** at you a** black Projects thats where Drag at Yea ya got heart But if I don't got my gun Thats where ya gonna get stabbed at Boy as a young I never grabbed that toy Drag was taught to grab that and ask "where the cash at" [Sheek] You think we shoot his pocket sides Deuce decuce and 25's You ain't takin' em' n***a You threatenin' lives I ain't frontin motherf**er I don't shoot no legs I'm tryna see if your brains Really look like eggs Or is it just that commercial Your brain on d** Now it's a total different look From these shotgun slugs To get rich it could take less than two days I'm like them little beepers Halfs and bullets two-ways f** vests my sh** go throught toupèès I'ma thug in New York And when I'm on your set We the apartment where they filmed Good times at b**h what the f** I'ma thug n***a [Chrous:(2X)] I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do If you f**in with me I'ma f** with you I don't give a f** now I'm doing my thing Like a motherf**ing dog I'm doing my thang [Styles] Weight on my back Hate in my heart Blood in my eye Foot on the gas Blunt in my mouth Lovin the ride Hand on the gun Ear to the street Back to the wall Mind on my money while I'm clappin at ya'll [Jadakiss] I got n***as in jail Crack in the hood Hustle in south Fiends and customers That run in your house I got family ties I'm handy with knives I live my life in the ghetto Nose candy and nines I'm deeper than most Sleep wit it close Wake wit a demon Have visions of the whole World shaking and screaming [Styles] I was born to be a leader But if the game was dirty I was born to be a cheater You talking to me greasy I was going to get the heater [Jadakiss] You tell me what you know about blow Gettin dough and straight warrin' with a meaner Frontin in a Benz or I was soarin' in a Bima [Styles] Lyin in the cut The gun is straight running Like a tire on the trucks If he is real or a liar Put the plyer to his nuts Or the fire to his guts [Jadakiss] Cuz n***as is too soft That heat make n***as cool off f** ice I'm tryna cop the crew lofts [Styles] So we can be back in effect I throw the barrel to the back of your neck And hop back in the vette (corvette) [Jadakiss] Cuz everybody is a felon with loot Cuz they say rap is like dust [Styles and Jadakiss] And we the only ones sellin' the juice [Chrous:(2X)] [Eve] b**hes is so sick They throw up So scared they don't even Come around in places that I show up Go ahead n***a put your dough up Me against who n***a grow up b**hes choke can't even get their flow up I ain't got no fear bout you b**hes in da industry Actin all confused don't know who you supposed to be Chickens lost steady worryin' bout Who's dick is tossed Stop stallin betta get this thing before it's gone But I ain't mad Cuz I ain't gon' pa** it on Callin' askin can you get on my sh** Cuz your cash is gone You won't get no sales off of me b**h please Pitbull run with dogs I don't like fleas [Chrous:(2X)]