Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me that's a sin
I won't tear the sack up
Punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on!
Come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
Yo, I'll bust em in the eye
And then I'll take the punks home
Feel it, funk it
Amps it are junking
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking
Donuts shop
Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops
Chorus
I came to get down (2x)
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around (3x)
Jump up Jump up and get down
Jump (18x)
I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho
Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me you'll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill
Chorus
Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around
I'm no clown, I get down
To the funk, listen to the wig out
And step to the rear, dear, cause I'm here
The P to the E to the T E rockin'
The runs in your stockin'
So hon, put the lock in
Chillin' with the House Of Pain
Blood stains the ground
Huh, I jump around
I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and aroDrag On:
Ha Ha Ha
Oh Damn
Now bop to this
Oh Yeah
Ya'll know what this is
Flame on
Juvenile
Drag on
Flame on
And now Swizz Swizz Beatz yeah
Verse 1
Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop
Cause that means I'm empty
And your full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue
Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you
I make plus cash
Ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit Drag
Got the chain out
So it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that
You better bust back
'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back
And read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that
I don't care about your feed back
Ya'll niggas don't feed Drag
Tell a motherfucker pull out
Bust a bullet out
In ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at
Nigga where the stash at
Nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Mater fact where the ass at
Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I aint talkin bout my niggas
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that
I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin'
Drag-on
Ya'll niggas and south siders
Chorus
(Drag-on:)
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
(Voices:)
Hell yeah we bust our guns
(Drag-on:)
Do you fuck them 'till they cum
(Voices:)
Damn right we make them cum
(Drag-on:)
It's for the north (hey)
South (hey)
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