get bonkers Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame So you better wear your armor flame on My dogs gon' stop, your dogs
will die for my dogs Ain't scared of shit, will ride in the fog Same thing but a bigger size than yours I fuck with drag on, 'cause he spits the flame Drag on
[DMX] Grrrrrrr From the dogz to the pups Drag-On baby, Ruff Ryders, come on [Drag-On] Drag On baby, uh Yo who them niggaz at the bar niggaz? On them
Ugh (Come on, uh) Uh-huh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh) Uh-uh-uh-uh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh) Yo, yo (Uh, uh, uh) Let's talk about who I am Blond bee,
Uhh, my ladies, my ladies, uhh HOOK: Who made me burn all of my numbers to bitches, you do Who made me turn in early leave on my niggas, you do Who do
program, hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And that's [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference
, so they hits my spot Put my homies on they knees an' they check for rocks So we change stash spots 'cause the blocks is hot On the rag-less cars, so
funky beats Packin' this third eye, pursue a Cyclops They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks Words in my right, that pass my left ear
night only He said 'I played Chaplin for Hitler in March 44 Been a black and white minstrel before that whole thing was outlawed And I've dragged it on
Shit that he spread, shit that he said If he relies on the streets gon? leave your ass dead Ayyo, if you schemin', I hope your team's tight My dogs
fire paranoid like on crack Ridin' wit my dogs dodgin' laws when we roll Through tha Dixie homes me and Toby on a stroll See a short skirt and we lookin' for
Boy so they hits my spot Put my homies on they knees and they check for rocks So we change stash spots 'cause the blocks is hot On the rag-less cars so
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride,
my hook and it got my bait And Jerked me out in the middle of the lake Huh, it was some jump boy I got sunk, kinda baptized on credit Fishin' down on
at stray dogs And you're laughing on my arm Just waiting for the train Out by parallel lines I try to make sense Of that strange pulsing there in my wrist
you for you proof of registration, say what? I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck! Peel you off till you drop on the floor Drag you to the manifold
on me like a pack of dogs Pullin' me down, they wanted me flogged Punchin' and fightin' I got to my feet Determined to leave their blood on the street
London hounds. All the New York hound dogs. And the NDG, misguided. It was the night before New Years Eve. I had a curious desire for doughnuts. I dragged my